The Builder
The Builder
If it does not bite you at the end of each breath,
Then I will start again and again
And I will rewrite it, all over again.
Do it all again; pretend we are friends.
I never claimed to believe in anything ‘real’.
These lips are sealed to forever lovers.
I wish I had never gone undercover.
In my happy disguise, I find truth within eyes.
I fixate on the page, the place, the way
And someday I will find a place where I can truly say,
‘I love you’, and mean it;
But this is neither the time, nor the day.
I have dagger eyes upon me.
Always waiting for a new surprise.
They are hoping for a slip of the tongue;
Waiting for me to mention drugs,
Waiting with the desert dogs,
But I have nothing more to say,
About what I have, or have not done.
You pick your truth as I live in peace,
With decisions I have made.
I made no choice, for I have no choice.
Some might say I lead the way;
Some might say,
All things are already set in stone.
Rock steady is the path I walk along.
Destiny is self-assured,
For I have never found a cure,
To all the hurt in my own world,
So I will never reach a day,
Where I no longer need to build.
(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2018
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