Conversation

your's is a restless seek, long conclusive look
for the perfect conversation
but words just won't do: shadows need faces
is the pursuit's revelation
but it's a cold winter inside. so just wrap your hands
around a hot lightbulb
and keep telling yourself, it could be louder still,
and this just ain't love.

because we are all seeking someone
some child in the dark
to hold us like delicate dolls,

will the comfort be our build
to the empire of our illusion
or will this be the mighty falls?

Ben says he's got a picture to his imagination now
and he can't settle for any less,
I see him kicking at the reverb of another cold bed..
he's sayin his life is just a mess.
and Judy's at the corner store: selling her silence
to say "momma, my love life is well,"
but everyone hears it in the tone of her tremor
she's somewhere closer to hell..

we are all seeking someone
some child in the dark
to hold us like delicate dolls,

will the comfort be our build
to the empire of our illusion
or will this be the mighty falls?

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©Denise Angela Celeste