The conversation replays itself
over and over again
in slow motion
and on fast forward
they echo within my head
phrases eat away at me
those spoken and those left unspoken
was there something hidden there
did i miss the underlying thoughts
deep down i wish there was something
a word
a phrase
a look
anything that i might cling to
anything that i might elaborate
anything that i might exploit
i need to believe there was more
i need to believe that i am something more
i need to believe that someone else sees it too
so on the conversation will go
until i've turned it over
hoping to create a foundation
where a seed might take hold and grow
but alas there is nothing
but my own desires exploited
and my own fears realized
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