Climbing to the peak of my serenity, before the height got the best of me.
Feeling a push towards the slide beneath, my body’s tense, I clench my teeth. But the view up here was so lovely to see, sensing that I should just let it be. That task is hard for me to achieve, although being controlled is my pet peeve.
I’m shoved but holding the handrail tight. Releasing may surely lead to my plight?
A slave to my mind, I feel crazy indeed. My blue skies become too hazy to lead. Panicking, I'm pleading for this to stop. My worst...
My mind and my heart aren’t playing together They’re falling apart, they aren’t staying forever I saw from the start the approaching cold weather I’d like to restart and disarm the oppressor This battle is art, they fight at their leisure Whenever, whatever, whomever, whichever.
I often ask myself “Can I wholly love?” or am I in love with the thought of loving and being loved? Cos I’d love to love, to love so deep. To love someone so much that they’re yours to keep. I’d love them to love me, a love so safe. A loving love is a love I crave. The love of the ins and outs of my lover – to love the mystery of what’s yet to discover.
Love is scary. Love can hurt. Love can vary. Love can revert. But your love must be close to complete you see. So, I don’t know if love is yet for me… ...