MENTAL IMAGES OF AMOR INQUISITIONS
Its not daydreaming or thoughts of you through out the day anymore.
It is dreams countless consecutive dreams of you, we, us…
Restless, confused, cause I think of you rarley maybe briefly on the days I feel most alone.
Your face has been haunting me for a week straight and its become a sick, weaking, dreadful rage to wake up.
The tenderness of your eyes, the soothing tune your vocal chords give off, they grasp a hold onto our memories that I wish would depart.
But “it doesn’t matter anymore” now its all adding up..
The words you had said; bitter and nasty like the wine in my cup.
Think about you and its hurts, but when I feel the urge to cry nothing comes out. Then I wonder.. what its all about? Love disappoints, so why the hype?
Wake up everyday gotta thank God. Theres a life worth living for time to clear my eyes. Focus, do big, looking straight above, cause the Lord and Faith are my answers to peace and love.
(2013)
