Eyes fluttering, legs tired
In pain but not wanting to let go
Who knew it would taste this sweet
Standing in one spot could last forever, and wishes do say the same
Wanting an embrace but satisfied by just a face
Brown eyes staring still and not knowing for sure
Walking away and feeling loss but feeling gain
again and again
sick of games
But how is this a game if the players don't know of it?
Does this mind wonder as much as mine
Can't the words be spoken and the risks be over.