Tear drops fall over your hand like petals to old lace. Tears not of regret but of fulfillment and your replace.
I care not for casualties and careless thoughts of lament. I cry for words and promises that are true and always kept. A life of love and devotions are not just a concept. But a true and beautiful reality stable and never sent.
Heartbeats from further away but present nonetheless. Always caring always sharing those feelings in the flesh. I capture all these qualities and lock them in my breast. A place not just for hiding but like keeping in a nest. I care and watch over these feelings like an eternal trying test.
I float on words and gestures and accept all those I get. A low and faulty footstep that i shouldn't have let.
My hands can barely grapple with the passion you have left. A warm and welcomed ending Id easily admit. A subtle sign of absence you'll gladly soon submit. But I turn a cheek to closure and believe that you'll commit. A life full of passive truths and thoughtless compliments.
A life with lack of living is not truthful nor complete. But a total true devotion will be sure to form a peak. In your flat and listless life you will always hopelessly seek.