Humid emotions swirl inside the devotions of a female imagination.
Yelling fervently loud,
provoking profusely at
her thoughts.
Now she believes his silence,
the endless words that haven't cut through,
clawing his lips for their
escape.
These words lingering on his tongue
if ever slicing through,
they would cause her heart to drain.
He never realizes, or does he?
His silence causes her to hemorrhage,
unequivocally for the world to see.
She’s drowning in the enchantment
of
the imaginary worlds.
She Boxed up
herself three walls,behind her eyes,
Watching three movies
,play all at the same time.
Peeking out through,
her theater eyes
she can check on her reality
Just as quickly, she turns back to her
fantasies.
There is no blood,
there is no fear, there is no hate, and there are no insecurities, there is
NO ONE.
Come crush, through these walls she begs of him, she is
burying deeper into her own made up hell.
She throws a path of crumbs, out every day, and every day he
passes, never looking inside her eyes.
The blackness that sits in his eyes, the silence that stays
in his throat.
Makes her screech, with no self control!!!!!
Just f*****g leave me!
Would you please !
Go back inside your bedlam of silence.
AND SET ME FREE~