My Homophilic Ways...
Poetry. I think there is something to be said for poetry that comes right from the heart.
How long has it been up to you
How and what I do?
There’s caring and there’s going over
Depression, I am going under.
I slip into a moonlit night,
Fading in and out of sight.
Pressing closer to my dreams
Clinging to these false beliefs.
Hiding in the darkened spaces
Cowards nightmares ringing fainter.
You are the only face I see here
Downward spiral, you the maker.
Yet you know not what it means to me
That you have always there and caught me.
Unwitting doubt of my obsession
Passing friend though nothing better.
The tighter grasp more then you slip through
This why it is I cannot tell you.
Feelings power scares away
You who I want with every day.
Your leaving in my desperation
You will me the pill-pop maker.
Until there’s nothing left of me
The every crumble cease to be.
Skull and nervings shake the rattle
Millisecond falls in deeper.
Cold and shadow I remain
Alone,
My
H
O
M
O
P
H
I
L
I
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Ways.
How long has it been up to you
How and what I do?
There’s caring and there’s going over
Depression, I am going under.
I slip into a moonlit night,
Fading in and out of sight.
Pressing closer to my dreams
Clinging to these false beliefs.
Hiding in the darkened spaces
Cowards nightmares ringing fainter.
You are the only face I see here
Downward spiral, you the maker.
Yet you know not what it means to me
That you have always there and caught me.
Unwitting doubt of my obsession
Passing friend though nothing better.
The tighter grasp more then you slip through
This why it is I cannot tell you.
Feelings power scares away
You who I want with every day.
Your leaving in my desperation
You will me the pill-pop maker.
Until there’s nothing left of me
The every crumble cease to be.
Skull and nervings shake the rattle
Millisecond falls in deeper.
Cold and shadow I remain
Alone,
My
H
O
M
O
P
H
I
L
I
C
Ways.