A face who constantly enters my mind
Due to the quality in her character which makes her so kind
A woman who has extended her hand
To this introverted, disillusioned, and stubborn man
Not with romantic intentions, but simply as a friend
However, my melancholy keeps me distant in the end
Disheartened by a world who has forgotten
My thoughts follow my actions toward the designs of men
Distracted from the beauty of her heart
I remain aimlessly wandering in the dark
Concentrated on the machinations of our people
Prevents me from understanding what would make my cup full
Wandering through my solitude I chase her shadow
In these lands of men I consider our eternal limbo
Where I am stuck in a cycle of debauchery
Slowly making the reality she is, slip into a reverie
Where unfulfilled my heart will always lie
Until the day she will allow me to die
This is merely a philosophical statement about the stance
Of a humbled man taking part in this human dance
Who has hesitated with the desires of his heart
Out of fear she would not want to take part
Yet I cannot help but wonder
What would come of us if the cupid's spell we did fall under
Still she is waiting for me on her pedestal I set her on high above
Where she may sit forever waiting for me to express my love
So this fool of a man remains distant in the end
To a potentially life long friend.
My name is Laron Lemon. I stumbled upon a pen and a pad of paper which sparked a curiosity for writing about any topics that cross my path. I am a writer pursuing his craft who would like any constructive criticism you would like to give, and would enjoy reading the writing you have created.
