fading sketch

You, youth long gone, faded memories and I carry the memoirs of a young, yet old-grown

love in my heart

You, my right hand, rightfully so though or paths depart, turning point of pointless existence

You ask when your turn comes to be loved unconditionally

Under one condition, let go, undermining the need for love and care

Caressing, touched by different souls to awaken mine

Now I can't get up anymore

Sleepy, dreamy of the past in an untrue light that I was partly, you´re partially a part of me

Subconsciously, so much for me that only now I see

Blindsided by the feat of living, climbing the ladder to nowhere