Spectacular, these thoughts, of you.
Your words rain down on me, yet
our hands can not meet.
Smeary images, of what’s right and,
what’s wrong. My thoughts still lost
to you.
I want,
But don’t
Want you.
I see you clear, my dear, but not my jagged path ahead.
Our confusion lingers, unpleasant,
in the air we breathe.
Show me what is to be.
Tell me what emotions I control.
Author notes
Picture 2 : http://th06.deviantart.com/fs39/300W/f/2008/334/8/8/Struggling_through_the_rain_by_Dubai_Desert.jpg
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Spell errors to check: Title (pled?) Plead or Bled
Smeary? see dictionary, doubts its word usage or value- smeared a better option -
"Our confusion lingers, unpleasant,
in the air we breathe.
Show me what is to be." - I love this part. Very original.
Great write.
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