Far fetched imagination
Drawn constantly into temptations
A death wish to connections
Naïve to love
Fairy-tales still exist within my ink
Visual retrospection, mislead emotions
Deserted heart; repetitively
How I long for permanent touch
Does it ever get easy laying yourself open,
without being used?
Please give me perspicacious to my incisive mind
Living on visual emotion is how I used to express the word "Love”
Passionate, devoted, inspired by the complimentary harmony of
the birds outside my window.
I shall remain single and let my hair down
Where my cacophonous singing will just remain;
between myself and four walls.