~~ “Please tell me you’re just feeling tired, cause if it’s more than
that I feel that I might break” sings the voice in my headphones.
Admitting the fact that I agree is ice-chattering.
What happened to the romance?
What happened to kissing you like it was my last chance?
Belief in the hope for tomorrow, but what happens when tomorrow comes?
Will you hope again for another day to say those tender words
Or break that shell that has hardened over your exterior to let out that

emotion you’ve encased.
Tell me what’s wrong. I’ll keep it just between you, me and moonlight.
Grab my hand. I won’t lead you astray.
Do you hate the pain you will bring?
All you have to do is say it and I’m gone.
I’ll leave you alone. You'll be happy, and should I curse the ground I tainted.
Maybe a new sunrise will bring a love fantasy that you only dreamed

about with me.
Enjoy the early times, because no sunlight can penetrate the emotion-less

monster that you become.

Repeating your patterns all over again.
You’re so beautiful, but your illness is sicking.
Fool the fools that will say “I Love You”, but this fool isn’t foolish enough to
overlook you plight.
Was I true? Was I right? Was I rude?
Last chance to board! Are you coming or going?

A Poem By Tim Daugherty