This Cold Love– 4 different looks– What a Difference One Word Makes…
Muted half tones.
Hues bleeding on the page.
Seeping into words that mean nothing.
Being blatantly selfish hurts me now.
My mild, blind, selfish nature
wields disappointment like a sword.
What forces your
NEED to look elsewhere
for your princess fix?
here i live watching myself
in the waiting room watching -waiting
my head is a time machine
my body is a time bomb
what keeps the pressure building?
…I Have Promised To Walk Across The Bridge
No Pushing, No Pulling, By Forces Unseen…
See yourself as the femme fatale
in this story you keep reliving.
A heroine, looking for a home.
Ultimately – alone.
It’s only a role.
Great seductive charm
leading others down a slippery slope.
To where ?
To compromise all they know ?
To support and love you,
until your through ?
Everyone plays their part.
Some of them offer …
LOVERS…
Lovers held up Hope
Burning hours, days, nights
As change silently turned
And higher dreams were attained.
from Touch Poet