Let Go of All the Rotten Terrible Recklessness Known As Consciousness

If only you could hear something so eloquent,

As the words that make up this feeling,

I wouldn't even impress you in the slightest,

Because it wouldn't make much sense to begin.

Construct this man, a boy made putty,

The dire circumstance craves sanity,

But only gets the opposite in truest form.

If only the shadows below us,

Mere silhouettes beneath the sun,

Could capture the beauty of what we,

Are so desperate to become.

Don't forget the ever passing moment,

And the time that seems to stand so perfectly still,

In these intangible seconds,

This is the time we will grasp what we feel.

Smoldering nonsense,

Ever so sweet to the smell,

I have lost all sense of security,

Only to be found in your heart,

And subject to your unquenchable will.

This Doesn't Make Any Sense At All

The last time I felt like this,

I wasn't even conceived yet,

The possibility of happiness,

Consists in her blue eyes,

My mind is wandering,

And my pulse keeps raising,

Am I alive or just breathing aimlessly?

Take whatever I have left,

I know it's not much,

This doesn't make any sense,

If any at all...

You haven't been fair this whole time,

And I know you won't play fair, not once,

Because I know the way you are,

And I wouldn't expect any less,

Dearest, darling, you,

Have nothing less than,

Every fiber of my being...

Take whatever I have left,

I know it's not much,

This doesn't make any sense,

And I'm afraid it never will.

I would never want it to,

Come between us,

But the most important thing,

I cannot see it.

I know how much you care for me,

And I wouldn't want to lose it,

But the thing you must understand is,

I am...I Am's.