The Restless Desire Rests
The Restless Desire Rests
Living through with survival methods just to be with you.
You’ve trained me.
Tasting us connecting on my tongue, my Soul vibrantly comes through.
Half-ass bearing my upkeep.
You’re so special here.
Just here.
My baby that’s been put before my babies.
Making sense into dollars for only the repetition I’m seeing,
your Progress makes me less fortunate of a being.
I still dream of reality and remembered faces. With my name,
not yours.
It’s mine there calling.
Please provide me the fucking bottom.
Do you expect me to keep falling?
It can’t just be you that keeps my emotions from going dull,
I embrace my mind you did not create, but you’re simply beautiful.
At least allow me to Eat what I need so I’m capable to stand.
Time, in time when it becomes real, I might understand.
These voices from actual skin and bone still rely on me,
to be relied on without you at hand.
My own two creations continue to grow,
this isn’t the me I know.
This meaningful blood I’ve passed down, I could only feel for, continues to glow.
The outcome,
formed by decisions,
beginning with all common thoughts of you without me in the reasonable End.
Seeping before constantly spilling.
I can only pretend,
That this mask you’ve stapled to me,
provides the guidance as an ally or friend.
I need this cure. To make gestures pure,
you may not without a conscious or pair of lips.
So let me remember the feeling, or so the Desire of such sensitivity through a kiss.
My eyes were never made to be with such dark desolation like this.
[For those seeing through them.]
You tell me.
