Monday, August 26, 2019

Most of the Time

Up in the air, pushing through some changes in time.
Juggling emotions, emotions like knives.
Spinning out of control in a calm.
Running on adrenaline, separate lives.

Water rushing through my soul
Choking my will to move on.
Reflecting off my burdens and I can't breathe.
You may have been my biggest con.

In the midst of changing faces.
In the art of losing control.
The secrets find their spaces.
And the love becomes disposable.

Blank pages begging for ink.
Simply wanting to be trusting and true
Step to the edge with a heart on the brink.
Too much time to see through you.

So bring on your tears.
Show me the depth of your shame.
I'll show you my deepest fears.
You're reminded I'm not yours to tame.

Taking back what is done.
The time machine of life, magnified.
Not a simple battle to be won,
Enough to loosen up the ties.

This is how you found me.
So many years ago.
Tried and true, so easy to see.
And now my feelings are pushed way below.