I fell I love with her when she wasn’t looking. And at first I thought it would pass. Then I hoped she’d done the same, but that she was just too afraid to tell me. But as the days passed by, I started contemplating. Maybe her look was needed in order for it all to work? And how do you then force a person to see, when they are unwilling to open their eyes?
With a broken finger
You promised forever
How awfully unfair
To seclude the other
From relevant fact
Of which forever
Was based upon
For who would
In righteous mind ever
Build a home
On cracked foundation
Knowing the first brick
Was the beginning of downfall.
My thoughts precisely, Mr. Warren.
An excuse is no good if the meaning behind has no power or trust.
For what is the point of utter stutter of words turned into phrases if no heart is felt, no warmth embraced?
The sentence reaches not far and merely hangs in the air, no path to follow.
It has been left alone, having never been anchored.
No, your excuse is no good to me if it solely aims to calm your conscious.
Goodbye, Mr. Warren.
The pleasure was only yours.
Things aren’t always what they seem to be
In a world where fairy tales turn to reality
A trompe l’œil, a flicker of sight
Up to each to judge what seems right.