Lipstick on the rim
Stains in the cup
Decision brewed by lust
Explanation won’t add up
Clouded by pheromones
In the dead of night
Cream and sugar misused
None for the break of light
Aroma of bitter truth
Rises above the ruffled sheet
Java caffeine’s the anxiety
In the aftermath of the indiscreet
Between a rock and a hard place
Like blood from a stone
Needle in a haystack
Lost but not alone
Time may heal
Scars remain
Always strive for change
When love is in vain
Someday, after a while
The realization will appear
Arms were meant to hold
Not to cross and create fear
Hands were meant to feel
Not to clench and strike the dear
Legs were meant to stand
Not to run and disappear
Feet were meant to balance
Not to commandeer
Maybe
Someday
After a while
The realization
Will appear
Reflections of hope
Within
An ocean of despair
Head full of artillery
Without
A declaration of warfare
A simple request
Action
Must be taken
An uneven reply
Reaction
Leaves one shaken
Emotions on the brink
Open
For a resolution
Triggers vocal ammo
Closing
Any chance for solution
Journey into the fathom
For all sights unseen
Just past the never
Right before the careen
Every fantasy unfolds
All aburd some obscene
A taste of forever
An indescribable cuisine
Breaking the horizon
To bring technicolor
Upon the dark side
Of the blue marble
Illumination of thought, gazing
Through a time worn pane
Picture perfect memories
Cracks in the glass within the frame
Smiles dont seem as genuine
Distance in the eyes
Captured embrace seemed so real
Is now infused with whys
The gaze wanders searchingly
For truth amongst the lies
Hoping for a reason to stay
Although knowing its goodbye
Voices in the subconscious
Whispers on the wind
Influencing decisions
Opinions never mend
The weight is always carried
On a single train of thought
Running full speed on the tracks
Advice given instead of sought
One penny away from
Running off the rail
Two cents in return
Hope for the brakes not to fail
There will be towering highs
And plunging lows
Equilibrium sought
Balancing on toes
Obvious answers to questions
Quite a few I dont knows
Investments in each other
Trust bought and sold
Stilts on a tightrope
Heated talk turns cold
Life after the rings
I do still believed and told
Always all in
Worth the risk to never fold
Something new grows
From the base of the roots
Suffocating the old
Worn out shoes, new suit
The pedals are full
Sweet aroma of sin
Stems of hidden thorns
Ancestry of kin
A mix of past pleasures
A swirl of bitter pain
Awaits the next being
Who tries to conquer the strain
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