This is a quick improvised write on the spot. 9:30PM - 6/20/14
The Seven Year Itch
Dreams drift and life fades
listening to echoes - in a daze
time is ticking swiftly away
Where's my heart - locked
in a maze - she stands there
in disarray, hoping and praying
this goes away..
She knows the truth,
Stands firm and somber.
In her eyes I squirm,
denial... she knows it
when she sees it.
Life drifts and dreams fade
listening in a daze- time is
tick tocking away- echoing
the hearts confusion in the m
aze.
She stands there - hope lost
and disillusioned. Will this
ever go away?
Doors locked, changed -
nothing happend, yet nothing the
same. I am who I am, though
I'm not the same. Can she live
with me, I do not know. Only
time will tell, though it will
not slow.
Tick tock, the hands move on,
and I wander in thought.
Will she remain by my side,
Or will the dreams slip like
nights, changing with the sunrise?
She is my heart, she is my light
She is the one that creates the spark
That makes me write.
In disarray, I pray and hope
That she will not go away, I
could not cope. She is my heart
she is my home..
An itch I scratched,
and now she's gone.
It's now dark.
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