doomed in love words

during the collected moments of
our years there are only
one or two times that you looked at
me and i saw the caring shining out of your
eyes but it is the holiday weekend
days that i will shower you with whatever you want
in time i will be that voice you don’t mind being in your head
needing to sing has always been how you are
letting myself settle into this life is
only as graceful as i allow it to be
vicious thought can accelerate the actions of
evoking desires and ambitions that are not dead
when you dream and then don’t act on it that is bad
or when you are creative and then stop that is worse
right at the time that you realize that
deciding what to do becomes so much easier
show me you wish to see my soul
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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