Sensible Pains

Here in this house of glass I stand
Gazing with dead eyes
Upon the beautiful lush land
That surrounds me in everyway but towards the skies

The soft tick of a clock sounds against wooden walls
In it’s sound, my body forever falls
Trying to see the truth within myself
Trying to pick this beautiful treasure from the shelf

This warm air clings to my skin
Just like she clings to her chagrin
So into my mind I’ve slipped
Gone again, with my heart stripped

The soft scent of coconut tickles my nose
And for a moment, it lifts me from my lows
However, that is fleeting
Just as the love we had after meeting

Salt stains my lips from my own bitter tears
As they stream down from my own fears
The doubt surrounding my mind is too much
Knowing I will never again feel her warm touch

Not like I use to, held without hate
Is this truly our fate?
To be ripped apart by our own doubt and mistakes?
If so, everything in this world is fake.

None of it was real with you
And even though I’m blue
It’s taught me not to be so caring
So I will forever close my heart to sharing