Im told I can see it in their eyes
When they love me no longer
Hold it in my heart; don't fall apart
When their mind starts to wander
And even in the dark
Our bodies won't truly feel the same
Waiting all alone; an empty home
With an indescribable pain
It makes me ask myself
Could I just be lost -a mess inside- insane?
Do I question everything to much?
A narcissistic person much too vein?
Well if not why is life so different?
What is this idea I cannot touch?
I tell myself that all is well
And know not if I lie
And suitably; at least to me
I sense as though I could die
The warmth in me is leaving
It doesn't hear me if I cry
A tender reassurance flees
No matter how much I ask it why
So if all of this is overthought
Where is the origin supplied?
Can it still be unraveled to me; much less understood?
Is it tied to me somewhere deep inside; buried in the soul of my woods?
Am I happy in this life
Or is everything too good?
Is the other shoe still set to fall
Or is it already underfoot?
I tell myself I need to know
Knowing perhaps I never will
Maybe this confusion does to me just as it should
Maybe my questions force me forward
I must be a better man
Surely If I'm to be worthy
One day I might understand
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Then They Healed
PoetryI'll hold out hope on all things perfected Because the thing I fear most is being dejected And what helps the world go down the mind smooth Is finding someone like you to help wear down a groove This ones for the happy, the strong willed, the hopefu...
