In a mist
Toronto-Canada
December 5, 2021
The wasted time spent wondering if you were alive,
The days gone by that did not jive,
A friend told me I should be grateful I thrive,
Is that how we should survive?
What of those who want to get off this ride,
when they are not yet 35?
I grabbed my pen to write about how we are all life's pawn,
I felt so alone until the break of dawn,
ended up scribbling about you and me,
looking at you on t.v. while I sipped coffee.
A song told me I'm in love with someone who doesn't exist,
dreaming of you, imagining you, longing for you, my head is in a mist,
idolizing that portrait on the wall,
Your face, your face, makes my head spin,
doesn't talk back, just stares at me handsomely, making me fall in love,
I just got over the one who did not come back at all.
I debate with myself in the stillness of night,
How did I get in such a bind,
Is love really blind?
I fight with all my might not to fall apart in the nights,
It's like a trap that's not right.
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