Dreaming in sweat.
A sunny day filled with words.
Two wrongs do not make a right,
But sometimes justice does come knocking loud enough to wake you up.
To the beach, maybe.
Watch the pretty little things.
Shed their skins and dance under the burning fire.
But there are things that need to be done.
Fun has to wait.
But even then there is the anticipation.
Almost as good.
With freedom of will comes action.
With action, you can bend reality.
Or close you eyes next to something too good to be true.
And wake up next to something you can believe in.
I know that the days and nights ahead will be new.
I still hold dear the memories and feelings.
But now I want to be wanted again.
Two wrongs do not make a right,
But sometimes justice does come knocking loud enough to wake you up.
To the beach, maybe.
Watch the pretty little things.
Shed their skins and dance under the burning fire.
But there are things that need to be done.
Fun has to wait.
But even then there is the anticipation.
Almost as good.
With freedom of will comes action.
With action, you can bend reality.
Or close you eyes next to something too good to be true.
And wake up next to something you can believe in.
I know that the days and nights ahead will be new.
I still hold dear the memories and feelings.
But now I want to be wanted again.
posted by Rex Venom at 9:18 AM
6 Comments:
Or close your eyes next to something too good to be true.
And wake up next to something you can believe in.
...you must know me?
Writing it/Living it....Sounds like you know how to walk that line. Beautiful Poem
You want to be wanted again... That's an issue for so many of us! You can always ask our common friend for her matching services, lol. You know who I'm talking about, don't you?
I love that!! So true for a lot of people.
Nicely done.
If only one could be wanted and not owned.
so do i. this is a poem that reaches some clarity in the end. very contemplative. i can relate and that is the wonderful thing about poetry. lovely :)
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