caution.caution
and you wrote of death and fantasy, bewildered in a forest of dark thoughts
chasing the moon which only fade in time.
you spoke, into the cold
all that came out was cold air which disintergrated.
you spoke of him; fragments lingered on your lips
how they press so passionately across your thoughts.
the tides are lows, all is being revealed to bash your negativity against rocks.
time stands still when the past overcasts, no umbrella can shield
not even loneliness can help; god bless
in the new year, I want to grow up.
