A girl with no name.
A new yet to be discovered
Flavour after my own heart.
Breaking out from beneath me.
Under my own skin.
Tempted and invited to just touch it.
But is it the work of the imagination?
Creating rivers of chocolate
When it’s simply water filled with brown dirt.
Yet I look at it and think again.
My tongue waters and my taste buds strain.
I burn with desire.
My inhibitions are lifted.
A girl with no name
Unlocking doors deeply hidden.
Doors revealing my unwritten desires.
Below ground but somehow by someway I still breathe
I breathe but I wouldn’t call it still being alive.
This is some sort of hell maybe,
Maybe the ones who get the fire are actually lucky.
And the rest have to live with the scent of soil on rainy day.
But in just darkness and with nothing else.
Imprisoned underground and in a wooden box.
Which I discover is much too comfortable for those who’ve departed.
Maybe it’s just a luxury afforded for the mental torture to come.
I swear I hear footsteps above me at times.
It forces me to try and scream but any noise I make barely breaks into the air.
Then I hear them talk about me
Bluntly as if in total disrespect that their even at my grave.
Or they don’t care that I still hear them.
They say it was death by a heart attack but I know it wasn’t that.
It was simply a broken heart that leaked out all the love that it had.
Maybe that’s why I’m still here not somewhere else instead.
Move on inside and I might move on from here.
Time is the only thing
I wish more than anything
Could be mine
So that maybe
I could turn it back
Or move it forward
Whichever way would
Take me to my dreams
And a place of smiles
The curtains gently swaying apart
To let in the morning light.
A slow waltz to the rhythm
Of an unheard sound.
Shadows in the fabric
Twisted and tempted to touch.
Almost as if engaged
In an impromptu dance.
Moving together in beat
I want them to stop
Stop this motion.
Bringing back memories
Do they know?
What their doing.
In nostalgic limbo
Pulling me apart
And sending me down
To deep places within myself
Places I fear to explore alone
“Do you finally see what you’ve been looking for?
Do your eyes finally feel satisfied?
Could there be more you want beyond this?
Or am I finally one of a kind?
Your possible one and only, your only one.
Do I finally make you forget what your heart’s been through?
Do your questions of what could have been finally feel satisfied?
Could I have finally captured your wandering mind?
Or have I always been enough and you didn’t see it?
I guess you have to show some skin to get that happy ever after dream.
Get comfortable in your own being and then others get comfortable with you…”
All these questions do they all need to be answered?
I know I’m only speaking to myself and it’s not really you asking.
So much deep thoughts, emotions and complications.
But really I’m just trying to be with an angel in case I don’t get to heaven.