And woe is mine,
staring in stop-motion,
hoping for a brief connection.
I lack a basic understanding of how to show my thoughts.
Words on paper seem to seep out of my mind with no abatement to space and time.
no meaning, just bleeding ink from a pen called atlantis.
I've seemingly lost some abilities,
one to be me, and two to see you.
Like a child learning to walk, attempting to talk.
It's funny to witness a hand slip away, though digitial flirting has no bend,
words cast around on airwaves with less care,
than given to mental stability.
So now what do I do and how to go about it,
with love comes the risk of not being loved,
but without risk your not living...
I always wonder is it worth it to risk it?
A constant in my mind,
too much discretion just fuels my obsession. LO
Beautiful brunette with brown eyes framed,
How is it so easy to have you on my mind.
Stupid really, like the state of my heart, slow steps.

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tongue tied, words stumble before there spoken
broken ability to communicate
scared of whats true, and whats white like lies
lack of trust from mistrusting lives
black and white
if only it were so easy