Surprise with a look in disguise

 Tip of the fire, shadowing off the walls

With the wind being blown, finding myself alone

Facing my own tombstone, the words living unknown

…..

And I hate to see you alone, the way you left me

Gazing back and forth In and out of consciousness

With too many highs being handed…

Now don’t fall, as it ends you’ll find yourself stranded

Crowded in taking those for granted

To the same ones

That spend a couple hundred

Just words, expressing on the future ???

Have seen it happen, with those keeping

??? A guilty pleasure… cause I swear the

Conversations on getting deeper

With so many expecting failure, with only you

??? Knowing how bad you want it more than ever…

As the good and bad becomes a mixture for a disaster

Searching through the pictures

Sitting Lost for an answer  ???

That’s when I text her…

???

Paying them no mind, but paying through my pockets

As time leaves me for granted, in looking at where we landed

I could have sworn you had my hand, through the lows

But that’s just how it goes, as it all slows…

Never what it seems, with old dreams dimming down?

The care not around, finding it hard to search

what can’t be found…

 it  being difficult to hold it down.

Writers block…

Do her good; leave them wrong with unfinished answers

Questioning on her ways, she hates it…

Being not the one wanting to be with, you tell her good

 Do her better, but she’s been through the bullshit

And the words she’s been listening often come out missing...