Date: 5-6-2015
John's p.o.v
Something has to give way eventually in order for there to be improvement
Over the moon, words left unsaid between us
Minor delay, an unanswered silent prayer
Easily broken harmony
Neverending irony
A soothing calmness
Numbness
Constant weariness, chronic emotional fatigue, longsuffering
Your swansong, a passage into the great unknown, a place where I don't belong
Coral pink skies
Life's simple boring pleasures
Escapable fate, potential self destruction, a lack of appreciation for everything
A black rose
Raw meat
An off balanced fetal heartbeat
When its all over, whose shoulder will you lean on?
Even though you have clean hands, your heart is dirty and you feel empty inside
Slipping through my hands are these missed opportunities to reconnect with you
One day you will finally wake up and realize your mistakes or may be not
Momentarily tired, I need sleep so I can't chase after you anymore
Ease my mind please because I am still tangled up deep in you