A Song of Sorts

I bare my soul tonight

And every night until I die;

I’ve got nothing to hide.

I have no fears of my own;

My fears lie in the unknowns

That lurk away from sight.

All the things that don’t matter

That we talk about for hours

And the things that do

That we never do.

It’s not my secrets that I fear,

But yours.

It’s not your dreams that will shatter,

But mine.

And I am never too far,

Never out of reach,

Unlike you and your selective ways.

And your unknowns that lurk out of sight.

All the things that don’t matter

That we talk about for hours

And the things that do

That we never do.

We will go where you will lead us,

Be it up or to the depths of hell,

Or maybe somewhere in between

Where I have always been.

Unseen. Unclean.

Just another picture frame

Sitting on the mantle of forgottens.

Just another walk of shame

Down this familiar road of almosts.

That I have often trodden.

All the things that don’t matter

That we talked about for hours

And the things that did

That we never did.

That we never did.

Filed under: Moments, Poetry, Ramblings