Too much can be lost,if words are unspoken,
Lies, tossed around like bouncing fruit flies in summer air; resulting from the trash being thrown at the very scent of despair,
Comatose love, speeding intense, speaking intense emotions filling the pause with halted and edited reflections,
Move too fast, and move too slow; we can’t know the unknown,
Breaking down the up-way of a beautiful existence with you,
Crying, trying to elevate these feelings for you,
But, do you see it too?
Our mirrors continue to reflect the same, guiding light,
Desperately wailing, walling, crawling and growling to get out into the visible, and yet,we fail to release.
© Marshana Green 2014