|picture credit: http://www.deviantart.com/art/empty-house-243827084|
But then how is it possible that I still feel this way,
these feelings intense that disturb every day,
I wake up each morning just waiting to feel,
this draw towards you to have lessened appeal.
I’ll smile and I’ll tell you, ‘Lighten up, it’s not real’,
with a mask on my face I will feign..... ‘til I kneel.
My legs are too weak,
my thoughts make no sense,
the more I try shaping them the less my defense,
to follow the call that moves through me now,
take that what I want, then I’ll leave with a bow.