Past & Pending

Emes

        Delicate refrain, from speaking words that come to mind with your name. Looking for something real to say, among the lines within my sober state. But finding real shouldn’t be too far, since your verses light a candle that can set the world on fire. Fearless armies escape your mouth from your heart, wielding truth; your finest work of art. Patiently putting natures paycheck on hold, because no one but you could say it better, nothing is sweeter than cashing heavens gold. 

So in love, I’m choosing a sober life, 

to feel you in a reality thats never been this sweet. 

I’ve only met you on par to a cube, 

and yes it’s like I’ve known you 

as if I’ve known an old friend. 

I don’t want you to leave in a month,

I’ll stifle my screams for you to stay.

I’ll miss you,

but I’ll let you go, 

because if you’d ask me

I would probably still reply I don’t know,

although right now I can say you’re my soul,

because you’ve completed mine and now it’s too late.

Yet how could your face feel so familiar 

when you’re practically a stranger to the eyes. 

And I know it’s my fault it ended, 

I’m sorry I ran away

as confused as I was then, 

I still feel confused here. 

This place is different because it runs on subways and tourists,

I myself one,

because I found such a nice little home in your heart,

and really the whole point of this is, 

to ask, 

if I could please come back in it. 

One day it wont hurt at all.