'Why do you walk like that'

A moment of feeling alive
as I do a task of a corporate robot.
A hidden smile from my self,
when I tell, "the sky looks how
I feel, cloudy--with a ray of sun".

Took the long way home last night,
beat by beat, my friend Eminem
fills the hole in my heart, that was now
in the pit of my stomach.

Day in and day out
I play the words inside my head
the words that should be said.
That a day would come to be
with my roof top prince,
crazy that he would say
he was a one who cared all along. Crazy.

A sane mind that lives in an insane world.
Because who knows of a life
that has the cushion walls be free
while you walk in a straight jacket.

Why do you walk like that,
asks the little infant.
"Because I am cold"
I say back.

A chill in my heart,
being cold was not a lie.
No lies were ever told,
I write a letter to the infant
in my journal. Because I do not lie.

However, tis not what vague words I use
--as he has read. It is what is not said
that makes all the difference. In turn,
I strike back with a word fast as well.
"How much of my lips do you deserve?"




Kahlan Jade
~BeautifulYou501