Fail In The Guidelines

Too many words lost. Too many repeating. Inside the closest I can find would be a million miles away. Can't explain the feelings anymore. I can see the images but not the words to fit. It makes a mockery of my feelings. And I don't know how to explain this.......didn't words have some kind of meaning? Communication likes to play a joke once in a while.

I did not read your feelings. It would have felt like I was a voyeur dismantling the thoughts of an exotic creature. Something tainted in the painting of that disguise. It helps to use as a mask for lies and that's not something I would have wanted. Even now when things are different. Even now when I try to think of something to say.

I fail in the guidelines of your love. The provisional dreams that we keep. Just let me know where I'm going wrong. In the past there was the luggage. A perpetual tourist inside another dream. Wake up to reality is just another dream. And how you would consistently destroy another world just for your own sake. I wish I had the words to describe the feelings. They've got nothing on me.