Starting position…Trying position…Fiendin’ position…Loving position…
Fleeting position…Scheming position…Hating position…Fetal position…
Committing the perfect sacrifice; Witness all you’ve done for me
And would die to know your love is meant unconditionally,
Through the hate & through the pain; The simple yearning still remains
What is lost can be reclaimed; Step back in our domain,
Isn’t something missing; There is someone missing.
Minds of the wounded declare practice of better judgment;
But their hearts wreath with the crowns of essence,
When it did feel right & the times felt wrong;
Enduring emotional storms’ laced encipher message,
Our was sacred, lovely, benevolent, and serene;
Loss of sentiments dissipates like a dream,
Accept our title’s flaws as much as the perfections;
Answer with true affection,
Is there something missing; There is someone missing.
Your words rang loud and clear; Options laid bare
Forbid the most obvious choice; The passion is still there,
Relinquish the pain; Been miserable since we’re through
Yet the loneliness cleanses; Enough to want to start over with you,
Cannot resist the temptation of regaining your blessing;
Striving to receive what has been devoid,
No longer annoyed with the incorrect decision.
Identified as the fool; Portraying that entity
Because still ILY; This empty slate be gone,
Confessed what we knew all along,
Is there something missing; There is someone missing.
Committing the perfect sacrifice; Witness all you’ve done for me
And would die to know your love is meant unconditionally,
Through the hate & through the pain; The simple yearning still remains
What is lost can be reclaimed; Step back in our domain,
Isn’t something missing; There is someone missing.
November 2011.
Fleeting position…Scheming position…Hating position…Fetal position…
Committing the perfect sacrifice; Witness all you’ve done for me
And would die to know your love is meant unconditionally,
Through the hate & through the pain; The simple yearning still remains
What is lost can be reclaimed; Step back in our domain,
Isn’t something missing; There is someone missing.
Minds of the wounded declare practice of better judgment;
But their hearts wreath with the crowns of essence,
When it did feel right & the times felt wrong;
Enduring emotional storms’ laced encipher message,
Our was sacred, lovely, benevolent, and serene;
Loss of sentiments dissipates like a dream,
Accept our title’s flaws as much as the perfections;
Answer with true affection,
Is there something missing; There is someone missing.
Your words rang loud and clear; Options laid bare
Forbid the most obvious choice; The passion is still there,
Relinquish the pain; Been miserable since we’re through
Yet the loneliness cleanses; Enough to want to start over with you,
Cannot resist the temptation of regaining your blessing;
Striving to receive what has been devoid,
No longer annoyed with the incorrect decision.
Identified as the fool; Portraying that entity
Because still ILY; This empty slate be gone,
Confessed what we knew all along,
Is there something missing; There is someone missing.
Committing the perfect sacrifice; Witness all you’ve done for me
And would die to know your love is meant unconditionally,
Through the hate & through the pain; The simple yearning still remains
What is lost can be reclaimed; Step back in our domain,
Isn’t something missing; There is someone missing.
November 2011.
- Will Carter, Jr.