a poem about sex addiction, aging, beauty, and regret |
I had said that I would be there by now but the falling rain causes me to wait, introspective of the last time I was out in that direction. Memories delay my heart from running headlong in anyway. But those who found me have searched so far to ask me to join them without a name. Do I brave the rain? I'll decide in the car. I had not planned on returning again, but I fear that in the passing of time I will be forgotten in the wilderness. A body, once young, no one will recognize, A face, once hidden, not needing disguise. To be known is to be left with their scars. It is a wound I am desperate to hide. I watch the fog rise. I'll decide in the car. Charm is deceptive, beauty is fleeting. Beauty is fleeting. in years going by what hardly had come is already leaving. But I am invited for one last time to light the flame of desire inside before I am doomed to fade from the stars. The clouds already start to hide their sky. Should I shine tonight? I'll decide in the car. The road is straight, but my heart wonders, lost. Through regret and fear , and rain falling hard. Addiction fulfills at such high a cost, A line to be crossed? I'll decide in the car |