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Luv of Honey (Free verse) by Dreammaker1024
Lost identity, mysterious vibes.... uncertainty is !! . No one to blame
but those feelings that hide themselves for months on end, nothing to
understand except that adoration for those feelings now are very few and
those feelings come from you. Done to the heart, the thought of color
shining into a black and white trial of getting over âThe Oneâ is an
idealistic desire that would make life uncomplicated. Communication is
limited, easily all thoughts scatter and play a game of hide & seek,
making all connection break. Once more an opportunity unfolds and
behold you stand in presence. Ignore all the on and off emotions,
overlook the knowledge in holding. Betrayed and stabbed what is the
difference between, ignore all the waiting in vain for pay back is pain.
If only realization would of been apparent at the time of previous
infidelity, maybe it all wouldnât be going down like this. The cause
of all frustration is blindfolded to the condition of mystified
addiction, his role of chess master over the defensive pawn is forever
his. No matter where the road leads, that left over feeling will remain
plain and will keep you locked in its powerful embrace till the time of
true love over takes its supremacy in your soul.
There's a time when fighting that resilient driving force in your soul
becomes unbearable, leaving you morally and emotionally paralyzed. That
time will only construct the depth in your spirit that has been waiting
to unfold, help you make it through the battle within. The jury
confronts one thing, the thought of living without that special one.
That person who makes all things complete, the one who youâll regret
never being able to see what its like to be their incomparable. The
jury is you. But soon when the clock strikes the hour of second noon
all peaceful recognition will fade and youâll see that the power he
holds in your life only ruins you, places you in a hell of
disappointment and justified revulsion of the being within. Shackled
for years, held back by the belief of perfection in one being, Ha!
Holding someone on such a high pedestal, dropping their potential and
your worth, what a drastic plunge to behold. Such nonsense from your
own being, its a decay of the inner woman to have had that mental state.
Steer a new course, heading down the way to a new future, dedicated to
yourself. Pleasing your inner wants and not the hindered emotional
desires, dictated by someone else. Taking the wheel its all a new
outreach to the one who never wanted much of anything but to be loved.
Now the goal to live by the standards of a new freedom are the driving
force of a life now led.
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