Every day was the same
Until you came
Every moment is different now
In the confines of my mind
I've been thinking of depth and darkness
But now I just want out of this mess
Is that so much?
Either neutral highs or numb lows
Even then with a single touch
You can bring back the reality flow
Could I escape for a while?
Or must I endure this plain slate tile
Of life that has been what it is for so long
Just for hearing your voice it could change
So why must we continually alternate?
Between nice and vindictive states?
All I'm asking for is a difference
Cant anyone here see that?
And in the same sense
The same breath, in the 22 catch.
I want what I have now to be changed
From alternation that you provide me with, estranged
As it is, I want what you give for ever
All the time. Not just a flippant fever
What I'm saying is
Every day was the same
Until you arrived, but you always have to go,
So I want to be with you all the time
In order to keep the fever of your presence in full flow
So from those numb lows I will not have to climb.
Xo.
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