Crumble

My stomach churns at the sound of his name, It causes for such distress and when it’s back, I’m filled with shame. Uncontrolled emotions, these loose feelings of mine, to blame. My weaknesses and frailties will be judged and hurl down like rain.

I wait in expectation..

In all my works, Filled with pain. I know not what’s coming, For me to gain. It brings me joy, And it’s not in vain. I wait in expectation, While I train. For he will give, In abundance likened to rain. If only our loyalty, We maintain.

Feels…

I love the space between us, It leaves more room to fuss. I seem to be losing our trust, Help me build it, we must. Trying times are here, Couldn’t be so far and as near. We’ve gotta to paint this picture, Of Life’s moments of texture.

Hurt.

Too young for love. Too soon for reasoning. What about now? Or even tomorrow? Don’t question the reality of things when it’s in your favour. You know deep down where the truth lies. Go on, pick up the paint brush, And paint that bigger picture.