These are the days
I just hope they don't go to waste
Emotions that I feel there and I crave
Are tangible, meaning less and less
Words that I say
I sometimes wish they would all just go away
Vanish, yet appear, then fall apart
Managed to mangle my thoughts
Why would they follow me?
Resurrect animosity
Intrude on my life
Finally caught on to my sanity
To arrive
At some point
Every single day
My mind aches and splits in a thousand frantic frays
Looking past the mirrored opaque walls
Transcendental meaning all within
She caught on to my clarity
Gave on to the charity
Of where I find my skin
Believe in the yesterday
It showed in every other way
It becomes
Tomorrow's out of touch