Giving
I wonder about you when I'm still , It's then I'm free. The noise of sound would disturb my reality , unwanted sorrow. What would be the reason to give a fake interest - Just to hide my pride? when really it's you, it's you I want. I've tried many times, but it's always there pulling me back. Your force is strong, a magnet of want, need - to be loved. and I see myself through your eyes. I see the tenderness, in an instant you're mine , yet in the same instant you slip away - you've blinked. My reaction of yesterday passing over me, only to greet me once again , in the hope not to lose a reason behind the journey. The realisation was I had been dreaming all along - until I heard you : ''I may have moved on but that is how I feel wanting to be home again''