a new poem tonight folks, a bit longer than my usual length. Titled: In my heart, my head, my dreams. My feelings of love are just a temporary lapse in judgment. Like a mental illness. Even I get in the mood for that stuff now and then. I am a healthy guy; my body has its urges. But I wont let a momentary slip up, leave me with a burden. In my heart, my head... my dreams... It was quiet there inside my dream. Like clouds moving, in the absence of a storm. What makes me happy in a dream? A silhouette of you that visits me... every now and then. The best part: I can kiss you without condition over, and over, and over again. As we cascade over the valleys of my mind. And what makes it unjust? I awake left wondering, with only a puzzle piece left, locked into the back of my heart, my head... my dreams... my feelings of love are just a temporary lapse in judgment. Like a mental illness. Even I get in the mood for that stuff now and then. I am a healthy guy; my body has its urges. But I wont let a momentary slip up, leave me with a burden. Because truly, you never existed... outside my mind. Needless to say, we need never be ashamed of our tears. Though i guess dreams of imagination tend to upset those without one. Because, sometimes we seek that which we are not yet ready to find... or so I hope. Or is this just a temporary lapse of my judgement? I wouldnt really know, since its all lost somewhere in my heart, my head... my dreams...
Posted on: Thu, 28 Nov 2013 09:44:37 +0000
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