Eyes,
looking back
from inside the secure area of a departures hall,
through 10, 20, 30 meters of busy space,
around other, blocking passengers,
seeking me out as I stand outside looking in,
then finding me,
locking onto,
talking into,
my own eyes,
instantly defocusing everything else.
That’s how eyes are meant to look.
I'm feeling is as if I fell into my own black hole
Been Having this feeling for days now how does it stop?
Or does it, it's as if I'm cutting myself with this long sharp object over in this drawer
Mind is wandering now,I bet yours is to, what could I be thinking?
"Love" the most painful thing you could ever experience
Never have I thinking of giving the "opposite sex" my love
It's to fragile,too sensitive to just give it away so easily
One minute you may have had "love" but it can be taken away in just seconds
Thinking, Thinking, Thinking........ falling from the sky having no where to land
Pain in my heart longing for someone to be near instead I hear,and feel nothing
All alone forever no hope for anything ever,just staying in a safe secure area
Never experiencing excitement, to preserved for that too "classy"
Not taking chances scared of any disappointment that follows after "Living your Life"
Mind is wandering, wandering...........Thinking,Thinking, Thinking
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