A poem that connected a friend and I to make more than friendship. |
Loser? Not loser just lost. Not lost, just confused. Not confused, just scared. Not scared, just worried. Not worried, just unfaithful. Not unfaithful, just miss-understood. Not misunderstood, just too independent. Not too independent, just hypothetical. Not hypothetical, just full of wonder. Not full of wonder, just full of imagination. Not full of imagination, just taught bullshit all my life. Didn't teach bullshit all my life, was just pondering this simple life of mine. Not simple, just void of all meaning. Not void, just lost with love. Not lost with love, just hidden away. Not hidden, just never let out. Not never let out, just forbidden. Not forbidden, just locked and sealed deep within. Not locked and sealed deep within, just fallen through the cracks of my consciousness. just hurt and broken and used one too many times. Not hurt and broken too many times, just too precious to be passed around. Not precious, just the beauty not glimpsed nor viewed. Not beauty not glimpsed nor viewed, just not yet found the right eyes. But the eyes of the night have been closed for too long to see such a beauty and love that has passed by so many times before. Not the night, or at least no longer, just the queen of day conquering the dark. But in the dark thee light will always shine if found by the eyes of the night. Still, eyes that are closed will stay closed if they don't know what's beyond its lids. But to see your beauty you must first let that beauty be seen and yet kept hidden, yet let all out. And that's why we get hurt, or lonely, letting out too much or keeping it locked up through fear. but in the moments, that flash of lust or even love, we might show our true selves to be made of what will. Yet we may be lonely and hurt, but we must pick up the pieces and ourselves and look to the future and not let the hurt keep us stuck in the past and do open your eyes to the people and things to their future to come. But maybe not the future for I'm scared of what the future holds. Hold over me, feel my true person inside and that's the eye opener. The future is darkness, is night for non-believers so I hold onto the emotions of the moment. But to fear what is to come is the shell that holds us back from what may be the future to come and it don't matter if we are a believer or not. For we all have the demons and battles to look past and force our way through. but yet we shall only just let things happen and so with the things before us. My demon is danger, and I've learned to take it off to feed off of it. Encase me in the danger I don't get in my cocoon of innocence thought I was tough and mean until I was confronted with this real world and decided it was going to nourish me. I looked into the eyes of my demon and tell him exactly how I feel. But maybe I haven't yet. It's unclear. But if we don't look at our demons and confront them you'll never know who you are yourself. I had mine a long time ago into which I have opened my eyes and seen and confronted life... Wasn't easy but did accept and now I always keep the dark eyes of the night open. I haven't had time to know my demons, or fight them off, but being engulfed in a fake knight I know I've gained a few. And lost one. I'll know what I am missing. and I'll have to ride along on my danger; power up by night, those skin-piercing eyes. But in life we all gain and lose, but it's all about the choices we make, to keep and lose But yet somethings in life we can't control, and for what we are missing will always be found sooner or later. And for the eyes of yours I love them and are far from piercing, but yet speak and show a lot about you and who you are. I k now I'll never find the same thrill again, or the same honesty. The youth of my world are liars more than you who knows the night, the harsh reality of everything, and still smiles, at least enough to convince me you care. And plain and simple, I led you here. And you stayed. That must mean something; This I'll always remember. |