Nearly Poem by Brandon Butler

Wanting to write
Though lost
No start from this sense of emotion
Vancant no sound no commotion

Play leads no where but senses of lost
Like a child with no friend
No demons to mock
only the wind he listens, it does not talk
Such luck in the end he doesn't give a buck

Apathy laced in the seat of care
I don't notice anything
Not even her hair
But still I will her company I implore
Though lessons and signs warn me not to explore

So lost in the sense of this girl
Not knowing anything about her world
Yet I wonder in slumber what young fun this young girl
Could be indeed the dream I've seen so long inbetween
In Between these chapters they seem
Segments of life faded like dreams
Memories only trill the pain
Lost in the confusion my past has paved

Still captove from her longing stare
Or is it mine I stare with care
Hoping in a sense she'll sense my notice
That long felt wishes echo my emotions
That my love is true no lie no crime
That your blissful bust is not lust this time

I see to your mind
It shines as the blink of a star
Like past your eyes mirror whats afar
Lost in the sense of your conscious
Every motion sent tells unconscious

Cautiously my mission
With perfect Persission
I vision capturing this vixon
As stealth as I can
No shack in my hand
I sit and I ploy my hunt

Time never past
Atleast her light past
But at last my mission fails

As I sit and I wonder
I have no thunder
MY game so broken I weep
In the end I just stay
In most miserable ways
Waves make quakes in my brain

But as my thoughts pass
In time I'll move past
And at last I'll find my lass