Being a host for insecurity for so long
with nothing but its influence left,
I would stare at those dots in the sky and hope that they bless me with fortune.
I'm in a state of constant recovery.
I sought you out with binoculars
looking aft to find you're kindness.
Becoming are the morals of hope
that scraped my integrity from the floor.
Habit needs to be considered,
a genuine terror grips me so often
that I fear that I can be paralyzed into solitude.
However, I am relentlessly continuing forward
with recharged awareness.
I am bargianing away my fears.
My certainty is just a glance away.
With a handful of usefull expressions perhaps less meaningful in another light,
you composed in an instant, security.
Even though my fingers trace the walls on my way to you, you make it so easy for me to forget my place.
It's a recklessness that we are just catching up to.
Happiness possesed me, blocking out my concern, and all I ever knew has faded off into a happy blue.
We are now impressivley close with little restriction. You say things that make my eyes want to close, and I need to look no further. |
Submission Name: All these words I fear I'll forget
