Vexing High

I’m caught in the midst of a dream I reside – tumbling lovers tempting romance with pride. Twisting and thrusting, to and fro with hate – stumbling over a beautiful destiny and fate. Creeping and crawling through shards of hope – resisting the tension on a loveless, tight rope. Shuddering in solitude, and mentally numb – oblivious to the breakdown of who I’ve become. Teasing and taunting, the years of lost time – mocking their innocence with words and rhyme. Insulting their integrity, of wrong over right – disregarding true feelings, absconding the night. Searching the wreckage, down high and up low – for bits of true love and familiar pieces I know. Vexing in torment, and accepting thy defeat – of an unspeakable romantic tale of deceit.