Its Easy To Pretend

Its taking over now, it's an addiction.
Every line, every word, keeps repeating
over and over again in my head.
Its so real, so pure.

Its the breaking point, I see it.
Now this is where I give it all.
Hope has been restored for a few,
and life has finally begun.
At least that's the impression I've been given.
On my end it only seems the opposite.
I give only to not receive.

I don't ask for help, or cry.
No sign of defeat is ever shown.
I am strong enough to last,
....for a little bit longer.

I Used To Be Able To Look You In The Eye

I'm almost there, but I'm never close.
What reality is and what I believe
to be real can not compare.
I'm nearly awake at 3 am
wondering whats next.

I'm scared, hopeless, yet volatile.
Just ready to burst at any moment.
Time and space are colliding.
Change will happen, will we be ready?
Am I ready?

I shut my eyes and I see the best.
I open them...and I see the worst.

The Beauty Within

I sat there wondering if she had noticed

me glancing at her from time to time.

She had this natural beauty that

just overcame, and illuminated

the room corner to corner.

She was very special.

I wish I was special.

It was also sort of crazy the feelings I had.

The alcohol had taken advantage of me

and was obstructing the real image

of what I saw. But I loved it. The

Tingling sensation, the

softness of her lips.

The music was

just right.

Drunk and In Love with a stranger.

Good way to end the night :)