This.
IS the pulsing beat of your heart
the ACHE of your SOUL yearning to entangle itself with anothers.
It is all that captivates you.
We all hope, we want, we wish, we YERN.
How few, how so few found IT.
The fated star crossed lovers, torn apart always.
Societies rules, RULE.
Not Love is enigma.
Its the blood rushing throught your veins
the tears pouring out of your eyes.
It her, oh not her.
Not the one that thinks with her heart and listens with her head.
NEVER!
Love lost, well its inevitable for the outsider.
Never belonging here nor there, nor stayong long enought to care.
Giving without return.
Blind to this world.
Zombie.
Thats what she shall be deemed.
Forever a zombie to life.
Did I not say NEVER, not her, not the one.
Awaken.
Suddenly clear, to her it all seems so real
to feel, for the first time
and know its real.
To hear laughter and feel warmth.
To see despair and feel dred.
Once it all felt like a dream.
No more, no longer it seems.
To then crawl from the womb and embrace this place.
Facination, observation, motivation.
You see with your eyes atlast.
Seperate yet beating as one.
It is the enigma of the human soul
to surpass this, this NOTHINGNESS
Copyright © Kenzie Johnson | Year Posted 2008
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