HALF FULL

I shouldn't be saying this.

I'm forced to,cause its your lips I never kissed.
I never wraped you in my palms,whilst the thirst for love blazed my heart.

I let our glass,rest.

Liquid of young pure love was brim-full.
I could not drink still for some childish reason.

Years of our company asunder has vaporized the bond in the jug that bound as together.
Half way drained,tucked in a prison,
Set on the table of time,heated by rays of self-denial.
I stare into this transparent state,you are in.
As your compeled to refill,then withdrawn by some mysticall fear.

Betwixt the freedom of choice and restrictions of free will,
Your cries and laughter I yonderly hear.

Then again reality of origin resets my fantasies.
As I feel the last drop of red,ripple my metaphysical being.
My hopes of having you back,
Interchange...

Half full,
Half empty,

Trapped in a void of confusion.
Sanity misses me,because of you.
I blame myself though for I did the damage.

All I'm left to do is,let go of the glass in the jug to drop...
Smash perhaps against the sands of friendship and brotherhood?

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL