Current mood:
hopeful To look past this facade you all see..
to see that beauty isnt all its said to be;
inside i long for truth and time,
for someone who truly longs to be mine-
catastophically positioned, as i deny myself,
what i truly could feel-
though there is nothing i've felt.
To love me, to try and understand...
that though i may not show it-
i long for your hand;
to help me, to stablize my vertigo-
im willing to negate all that i know.
For a moment to feel-
to know that sometimes, love is real.
Though i have denied love so much,
my truth, the longing in my touch-
to feel anything at all....
alas, i stumble towards the door-
hoping you follow me, safely.
Trust that though i do not show,
my love for you questions all i know.
My love deeply rooted, inexistant almost-
but everpresent none the less.
Be patient, understand...
this pain forces me to deny your hand-
and i smell you as i lie my head,
while dreaming of life with you in my bed.
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