It turns out
a decade and more
are still not enough
to know you as a whole.
I can still see the beauty in your soul,
hear the gentleness in your voice.
Somehow,
I can even imagine your warm embrace.
However,
you (seem to) shield the rest of you
while feeding me bread crumbs
which I hungrily grab
but none seem to complete
these missing puzzle pieces
inside your vast frame.
Nothing fits,
and I don’t like unfinished games or businesses.
I know you,
but also don’t.
Which side of you is true?
For now, I’m pondering alone…
R.
The grip of reality
slowly taking over me
away from my real hobbies
all in the name of making more money
I know I’m busy
Call me cruel
but I’ve been fooled
These scars don’t heal overnight
Don’t ask me to pretend I’m alright
I’m silently, patiently waiting
Call me by my name
Know who I am
It’s my identity
if you wish to speak to me
It’s a simple request
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