Reflections of a week
By walkersway
Reflections of a week But I vomit on the intoxication of the now. With each day passing I thought it would get easier, yet anticipation makes it almost unbearable. What is it that makes me need this? They say quiet the roar inside, Play casual to his non-chalance And though I know it is the right thing to do still I am aching to hear So I turn my wants away trying to hide in mundane activities I clean and I hope I dance and I wait I talk and I pace But I can't let the nausea control me It's not fair to my desire It's not right to my need So I dig my self the grave of complacency, trying to demean the importance. So that my reaction is subtle to his tender words, instead of an explosion of ecstasy. I counter-stir the eddy growing inside me, hoping to ease the flood of insecurity But instead I create a whirlpool of doubt My Answers are uncertain My reason is blind I walk away in silence, with no solace to find.How much does time really control our emotions? A second can feel like punch in the stomach with a sledge hammer when you are waiting for something. Written April 9th, 2002 © on Apr 09 2002 02:52 AM PST 0 • 1
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