I yearn for a speech
Somehow, I can turn away and I’m glad
However, I’d love to speak with her again
They declare that if it is meant to be it’ll work itself out
These dreams of mine are hallucinations
In my overbearing stressful times
She appears
We’re doing something casual
It’s as if she never left
Or she’s right there no matter what
Even if she’s not physically there
I’d call it a nightmare
But through it all I’m glad that I receive these moments
I wake up refreshed and calm
It’s like my world is reset
Or the stress becomes numb
Then, it starts all over again
She’ll rescue me
She doesn’t even do anything dramatic
All she does is spend time with me
Time is everything
I’ll make what I need to become of my life
I want her in it
But if anyone is someone I need
It has to be someone who can support me emotionally.
I stopped looking
And now I find people who are like me
Who know what I know
Or know what I’d like to know
This life is interesting and I like to meet them all
All the people willing to be around me
There’s so many
All I have to do is live
And I’ll find those people.
Naturally.
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Condemning Conspiracy
PoetryCensure the scheme of those who know not what they have done but reveal the results with a light show. Third book of the Evolution series brings the passion of poetry to life ending the series with a bow.