Getting Over & Trusting

A Story by joe

Am I fine or getting over the pain, One thing I know I’m still searching for is someone to give a social night to make it through the end of this lasting tunnel.

Pools of sorrow all dripping out of me like a slit wrist nothing has to change.

Images of broken light all stand before thoughts passing by like the wind.

Pools of laughter, shades of joy all surrounding me on an unexpected day.

Wrinkles on your eyes from years accumulated into the wonderful uplifting... flowers lightly falling, shining gleam of the sun’s reflection.

Talk to me and think of me without any lies in between our time spent.

Birds are flying overhead like rainbows overcoming today’s shadow of an overcast.

Slow and steady, smile brought from memories of nostalgic pondering; day dreaming making this moment another reason to keep marching and forging ahead.

I’m on a rush my hands are unsteady.

The nights lights make the cold’s chill dissipate.

These are basic notes that capture the inner me in a familiarity of repeating principles.

Lessons learned later reviewed.

Vibrato trembling.

Make music, watching your brain melting with the same plan and your body dissolving in a dream world, I know you want to be my muse tapping your finger as if you need a ring on it.

Everybody wants you but still you follow me till the morning.

I know you know I want you to ride with it moving your hips letting go, dancing to the rhythm of your moaning there’s no longer a need to act shy with the feeling I give to you.

Body ever flowing like a river.

Breathing in I loose all my air.

My dear breathe out so I can breathe you in.

It’s not like you know why I’ve come so far there’s no need for this endless pondering and consistent waiting.

Unnecessary in nature, but we continue playing this game of ever pretending.

Unusual is the night; unexpected is what is awaited to awake the next day all the while knowing this can lead to a tomorrow not possible today.

Am I fine or getting over the pain?

One thing I know for sure is that I need somebody to give me a social night, getting past this ever lasting tunnel.

The wrinkles on your eye’s tell a story of years beyond the grasp of my happiness.

Getting lost in your stare I want to to become a part of those memories.

Coming forward isn't as difficult as I thought it would be.

Although a bit to effortless in essence for my taste.

Another thought crosses on by just like the melodies effortlessly playing, there’s nothing that I can endure more than when things come into play so easily.

Trusting are your words too earnest in candor for me to leave... for an emptiness would surely be left on my part.