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Endlessly


Slow down, break the walls, engrave our names 
against the tree of sorrows; fleeting glances,
holler for your existence, you won't be lasting long.
Keep screaming: "I Matter.!", before you fall and break into small
bits of shards, words cut cheap but glass leaves wounds. 
You're standing in the middle of the streets, all dirtied up, clothes torn
and yet, you still continue to smile but, tears are streaming down your face.
You begin running as it starts to pour, your heart burning; it feels of 
hot boiled water hitting your skin, that pain is exquisite. 
This is what it feels like, Yes, this is what it feels like. 
Sensation, but pain. Happiness, but hurt. Joy, but tears. 
I keep on loving and chasing you; Endlessly. 
For my feelings are eternal. 
Endlessly.         

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