It has been a while.
It is a dangerous business…
Going out your door
You step onto the road and if you don’t keep your feet…
There’s no knowing where you might be swept off to
It has been a while since I’ve written,
It has been forever since I’ve felt,
Not because I’m distracted, smitten,
Nor has my ice heart melt.
I have failed to write because,
Because words and worlds a new,
Written on paper with cause,
Cannot distract my eyes.
The emotions displayed openly,
In writing, cannot be aired out,
The gasp and sigh escape unwillingly,
As my elastic heart finally goes taut.
Aaah, but the days we had,
The days when the earth was still young,
The days we allowed ourselves to feel sad,
I wonder at what we have now become.
indifferent, manipulative and cold,
Eyes void of emotions, yet beautiful than most,
Hearts that feel absolutely nothing yet bold,
We are all but covered in frost.
I propose a toast,
To the joy and sadness,
That we used to brag about and boast,
As I go back to my madness