So staring at lights as they bounce off the roads,
from the newly wet streets in foreign zip codes,
i think to myself as if to converse,
with a friend who might understand our curse,
there is in my life an unreachable goal,
a cliff too steep or infinite hole,
my reverence and admiration are sincere in intent,
but doubt and cynicism conspire against me in contempt,
i saw a smile so warming it melted my fears,
but the heat soon lifted and cold sorrow interferes,
its like looking at the world without a lens,
i cant see clarity or beauty, in turn i pretend,
so sitting in this car as we travel through the rain,
the only thing to comfort me is the reminder of pain,
as the sun tries piercing the clouds to tell time,
im reminded of my loss and ends her rhyme,
i miss the way you used to laugh,
for me and only me,
never to change or so i thought,
before i was lonely,
now never is forever and forever today,
whenever i see you i keep feelings at bay,
i belie the way my heart has so sunk,
now comes the urge to lock myself in the trunk.
On a lighter note im actually not as depressed as these poems suggest. I just use past and present expieriences and feelings to inspire the words that i could never say to anyone through speech. Whether or not that means i actually write anything worth reading is really not what i am after. I just wanted an outlet.
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