Emotion

I might as well just get laid

I might as well scream

I might as well just......

It was not enough to dream

It was not enough to say yes

The pursuit was on

No one person said a word

The heat was on

No space for my slow pace

For the excuse of..........

Crazy, but no limitations  were in sight 

Yet mine were unbearable

It was as though the shears went to play. 

Their blades as sharp as that of the leaf

My heart doth bleed at its cut

The shape, form so desired

Yet to be formed

Dreams blunt

Blown away in the ecstasies of pain

Hope bloody

Torn to shreds at the call of failure

It's yet to be due

My tears the comfort

The zones cleared out

The march of the freedom song

The liberation of the yonder

Stealthily crawling to me

I await just as much