Walked Not Idol By

 

She calls everybody "love" so how is it special when She says it to me?
Ive never really noticed till now thats just her way I guess.

   Now Im torn again though not as bad as the first game of slight of heart!
Ive got to come to terms with the way I feel or let it drag me down this time for real.

   She captivates me completely and I seem not to hold her gaze and still I manage to torture myself into the dieing days.

  I beg her touch to free me from this My prison cell, Her face all that I see. I beg her touch to my heart relent to feel her skin again.

   She keeps me holding open the vail that hides away the things I like not to share. Share them all with her Ive done and Most Ive told no one else.

   I let myself float away so I can feel hows shes made me feel before and all I see Is her standing there looking up at me.

   She walk beside me hand in hand yet her hand is not the one I hold.
Attached it may be but its not givin freely, perhaps one day it will be so that I might be that close.

   Ill let myself out, I dont wish to overstay my welcome here so I will see myself to the door. Please dont, however, think of me as gone, Ill come back round from time to time just to see Whats new in town and see if and where you can be found...

Walked Not Idol By

Nov 14, 2010

Author's Note

Critique Away