Every word I say
seems to go another way
I try to make you feel not make you think
My words are lost in meaning
The truth burns through the ceiling
Out of eyesight and out of reach
Every gift I give
you wonder why it is
I’m trying to show love not to buy it
But nothing is sufficient
It’s all met with suspicion
Token trinkets don’t mean a thing
When I read between the lines there’s only spaces
When I try to feel your mood there’s only faces
When I show you love I only break us
No steps forward three steps back
Even when we’re closer
there’s never a disclosure
I want to hold you but you’re not there
And when I cross the distance
There’s only blind resistance
We lost the hope that made us real
Does it even matter
As all the pieces shatter
This scattered mess cuts soul and bone
But loss is now our standard
Each day one more surrender
Out of hoping and out of time
Photo: Hyperphysical Restoration by me.
Three Steps Back by Jeffrey A. Boyer
(All rights reserved)
In my head I hear Bruce Springsteen singing this one.
“Any idiot can write,”my professor would say,”but Storytelling an art..word to canvas.
Reek in joy,sadness,fantasy,love lust madness..in slashed your vein of colours and strike bold the readers heart. Strike true or don’t waste their time..or yours.”
As always,lovely dear💋
That is a wonderful, definitive quote!
Everyday a thank you to you 🙂
Yes,*smiles* I had hard, mean, brilliant ,tough, sarcastic and beautiful teachers..I miss them.
But when I see writing that strikes my gut..it is as if they are beside me, still.
And I thankful for you,darling..
for keeping us all breathing,deeply.
They are the best teachers.
Many kisses 🙂
Kisses more 💖
🙂
beautiful!
Thank you so very much!
Beautiful and haunting…both the words and the photo!
Thank you very much!
simply superb !
Thank you very much! Quite appreciated.
You are most welcome!