The Conversation

Questionable actions placed forth by demanding insecurities

From a simple gesture that remains unseen

Hopeful

Rejuvinated

For which you had made me

Nights are long, 

Days lost, I have never seen

Washed away from seas

Shores cursing upon me

Tireless

Uneasy

Seemingly drowned with appaling authority

An evening filled with mirthful communications

Uplifted myself through the shadows that trail 

Your kindness had meant plenty to me

Genuine

Elegant

Followed by feelings I felt had failed