Monea

The gift and the curse of loving someone and hating someone

sometimes i wake up in the middle of the ocean...

in the middle of the night...

in the middle of a dream...

in the middle of your jeans....

in the middle of your screams...

at the begining of our life....

at the begining of this night...

i begin to take my time....

because the end will end in time...

i begin to end my mind...

to many thoughts spread over  time hurt and happiness...

the wettness of your lips...

can feel without a kiss....

the depth of your lies...

no need to speak with your mouth because you speak with your eyes....

as you bagan to cry....

if i had known the truth...

the difference would have been you....

i could never leave....

i could never stay...

i can never be who you want....

why?

i could never say....

maybe the truth is more than my pride can handle...

maybe the lies keep me in love, which is the greater scandal....

 

 

Author's Note

PEACE