Visions.

April 2007.

Visions run through my mind,

ones so close to a horrible reality.

Sketches of dreams I once had,

ones so confusing these days.

 

Are you gone for good?

Is this just one of those?

Is it a hellogoodbye?

Is it an everlasting love?

Or am I just another to you?

Just another failure to you?

 

Visions run through my mind,

ones so close to a horrible reality.

Sketches of dreams I once had,

ones so confusing these days.

 

Is life kicking

your a*s

now?

Or are you shining?

Maybe in a light,

one so bright,

I never saw you in?

 

Even in your golden moments,

dirt was underneath your edges,

dirt was underneath your skin.

 

^{YOU WERE BORN WITH DIRT BENEATH YOUR SOUL.}

Reviews

[Jessica M.]

"dirt was underneath your skin"
my favorite line of the poem.
a nice attempt at answering many questions faced in a relationship.