MIS PIENSAMIENTOS

 

Day in and out I am pensive.

My mind is steady moving

but my words are dormant.

Silence is the key.

Promises are made to be broken

and good wishes are useless.

My mind is made up.

I used my toungue as if it were my dagger,

but no more.

Sound waves are flat lined now,

leaving the room as cold and soulless as a morgue.

I didn't even know her.

How does she have me going in circles.

Where ever she goes I am in close second.

Mary-go-round and so do I.

A never ending cycle.

A game that never ends.

But if I quit,

I forfeit a life

in hopes that a better one is behind door number one

because the sands are not in my favor.

My Hour Glass shape is whittling away

until I am deduced to nothing but a pillar of sand.

The face of beauty is nothing but MaybElline

easily washed off but hell to configure.

Master artisans craft words like smiths,

mister and misses to be precise.

Living double lives unable to serve double jeopardy.

Caught again but this time it means nothing.

Apathy is all I feel. Empathy just never was.

So simply speaking this is who I am and all I Had to give.

The world wind of life is the breeze that combs through my hair.

Leaving my hair and my senses teased.

Taunting me to the best of it's ability.

So much happens at once I can almost Implode.

So what was the straw that broke the camels back?