I have sought for only one thing, that is to be held in your arms again.
Where the expectations of others cannot pierce and your face is the only thing that appears to repel these violent dreams. Chased by my past I race into your arms. Screaming and begging for you to end the madness that flows through and through my shivering skin. I quiver every time we kiss, my world twists and folds, safe and sound in your gentle hands...
My appearance seems vivid compared to your flaring hair.
People are the shadows that drape off my everyday life.
I hear your voice blaring.
I am now indecisive as to what is precise in this world.
If the shadows are part of our lives then why do they cower in the dark?
Caught up between what is real and not,
I am breaking my habits and slaying my dreams,
Testing my love for you through time,
To receive an answer made up purely by state of mind.
