move a step forward
and
a couple of steps
back
to where she lay,
smothered in the sheets...
of someone else's
thought?
head?
sigh,
bed...
does she even think,
does she even know
does she have an idea
what consequences await,
do 1 thing,
and it all comes back
do 1 thing
like circle, things
have a way of coming back
threefold
how do you follow
the 8-fold path
to enlightenment
when all your dreams
regress back to the time
you felt you had him
you felt -- "he was mine..."
the kiss was the drug
i was his,
he was mine
now we both live on
borrowed time
he said i lost it,
i felt i lost it
then again, how can one
lose something that wasn't yours
in the first place?
would he even consider
would he even know
would he even feel
the slightest hint of regret
@ being too shallow
and not willing follow,
in the same manner that she shied away
when he said
she wasn't what he was looking for...
she should have stayed on
and bided her time
but she couldn't
she had been much too proud
for that...
and now everything seems
to be in static
and silence,
move a step forward
and
a couple of steps
back
to where she lay,
smothered in the sheets...
of someone else's
thought?
head?
sigh,
bed...
does she even think,
does she even know
does she have an idea
what consequences await,
do 1 thing,
and it all comes back
do 1 thing
like a circle, things
have a way of coming back
threefold
how do you follow
the 8-fold path
to enlightenment
when all your dreams
regress back to the time
you felt you had him
you felt -- "he was mine..."
*** a free verse done half-asleep, half-awake... waiting for a muse, needing to be amused, and wanting amusement... none found... still waiting...
