Rough to the touch
But you hold it close hoping the warmth can console
...
We walked on hating each other
But I could sense truer feelings ran deep
...
I have never been good at chemistry
So you'll have to excuse me if Idon't understand bonding
Connecting so tightly that the Ions don't matter
...
I ask them, "who am I? "
They say "You are funny, you are kind, you are wise"
But I know that because
That is my mask, my costume…
...
I'm find my self at a point of confusion
Because we seem to be under some strange delusion
...
Last Moments
Rough to the touch
But you hold it close hoping the warmth can console
The uneasy feel of a white room
The uneasy smell of disinfectant and hospital food
But you both sit there in silence
Hoping that death's flat line doesn't interrupt that peace
all of a sudden you feel a chill and for the first time
You are truly alone