CAMELOT FANTASIES

Boundaries are made to be broken
Promises made need to be spoken
From the heart
Existence of a bond can last lifetimes
Rhythmic plays of the wind chimes
Histrionics demand more performances
Dubiousness unwound any vestiges of trust
It's our inner knowing in the quiet recesses of the mind is a must
But is it the mind
My err for it's the soul
Crying out to embrace desire to be whole
Walking at times running on the path
Can feel as slow as a snails pace
A day, a week, a month, a year
You do the math
Release the unspoken words with a single tear
Extravagant need to command ones own space & control their fear
Alas in the silence is true knowing
Many have bluffed their way in the game
For as I distance myself
Your cards are showing
Burning the bridges
Refuse to go back to the same
Not trusting your focus
Is your ultimate shame
Taking back my power
Finished with the blame game

~Divine