People are always coming and going,
Doing favors for them without even knowing;
Destroying what you currently hold with what you aught to want.
Better safe than sorry – Otherwise, you are not.
Yet,
(These) gazes and stares into eyes
(Those which some would consider blank)
Cover up a story like a newspaper that has caught fire;
I have only one wish and desire: stay and love a while…
Learn what it is like being in a title.
The tidal waves storm over the rose colored haze,
And these glasses, they fog up quite often.
On the other end of this telephone conversation,
Usually I am in control of the radio stations…
…(And more static breeds louder voices, but meaning begins to fade out)…
Stagnant air – breath in deep and exhale.
But on the other hand,
Skips of the heart are rare.
May you agree, “This was meant to be.”
For the risks being taken are my allowance to be set free.
One always wishes for love and royalty,
Who would not want a paparazzi?
(Words explode with truth ladened with false justice.)
I feel as though I know where your head truly was.
A balance to the tracks that are displaced;
Security is what I lack.
(Secrecy is not tact)
Bought then sold –
Is the mirror image of my soul too cold?
(Please, for me darling, edit the way you speak before the barter turns stale)
It is much easier to be silent than master an attempt to be bold.
…Into an unfinished story, dusted and only once told…
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