Monday, January 6, 2014

The Last Straw

Why do you feel the way you do
Is the ear wide smile a tiny clue
Or is it the way her eyes boast
Making life a holiday on the coast

Blue moon rose and surprised us
Walking down the sandy staircase
Doubt lingers all around, need a sign
Is it a hoax? Games of a flighty mind

Cannot run anymore, feet so unstable
A light shines but is unreachable
I got this soul besides me so close
Heaven in me decided not to chose

How do I trust or get trusted now
Or is it a game with no rules
The wall is high, the ladder broken
Walk on a tight rope all blackened

Say what's been brewing in mind
A concocted potion of disarray
Feel each moment paving the way
For that foreseen and last goodbye

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