Sunday, January 5, 2014

Refraining and Waiting

I can lay here for hours staring at the ceiling
Not knowing what is real or has any meaning
Is it true, is it real, or is it only that feeling
But my head starts to throb, picked at and peeling

How in the world does one learn to trust
It was once so easy, has now turned to rust
I don't know what to call it, maybe it's lust
How badly I just want it, maybe it's dust

I know I'm refraining, and holding myself back
I had to let go, and get back on track
But you're filling me up, with the things that I lack
Making me full and happy, and I can't look back.

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