Monday, April 7, 2014

Freedom.
It slowly flutters farther
And farther
From my desperately outstretched finger tips--

To hope
I can I only hope
To love
I can only dream
To smile
I can only lust 
To rest
I can only strive.  
My hands reach out
Unable to touch his face
While his eyes stare into mine
Pleading "why?" 
Reasoning to find
Begging of me
A revelation of lies.