For You
I can hear the sounds
cackles of the birds
drowning out the world
the noise, the senselessness
what does matter
does it matter
I've my own distractions
destruction, biding at my time
but is it really my time
or a sentence to live in a trap
where there's no way out but death
but is death really out,
and if so is life in
I like to believe I'm in
reality,
not living a fantasy
where everything's the written word
and life is left long ago
to bleed out in the night
I don't know
wrong, right
is there a line,
what if I dare cross it tonight?
but I care
I do care
it's time to live
it's time to live,
call to me
come on over
let me be that lover
where the winds strike
music beats
romancing the moon and the night
I will listen
you will hear
what really lives,
beyond
the greens, the blues
merging
breathing, gasping
grasping for me,
grasping for you
Copyright © Ts Poetry | Year Posted 2019
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