By: Shelbi Henny
days roll by in remembrance telepathy building caution though I can not explain what all do I miss they scatter in different frames softly stroking the inevitable I feel distracted in tornadoes wishing they blow the wonder away playing the subtle and destructive violin that melts my core and makes me fold into cold winds independently wanting nothing to suffocate this reaction I long for definition to the cure the reasoning to fall into the pit of love, lust, and losing control thinking of all that I want and need why am I speechless when I wrote down so much to say I can look you in your eyes though I can never make you stay can't make you appear nothing will ever change and though I blame the air in the room the random doubts and the judgment from the crowd I see that it was us who made this decision I still regret my part
shelbi confessions 
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