PDA

All these signals and displays of affection got my mind drawing a blank handing me a blank canvas now I gotta paint a picture of the love that I've never had when all else fails I can just turn to my pen and pad watching these people is like watching television certain images shatter your heart like glass while tears start to blur your vision I walk around with a smile on my face trying to act like I'm not affected even though I can feel the pain from the poison of which I've been injected I feel like mashed potatoes reason why I can't say but I have to mold myself back into shape like clay I can't give in too easily can't let it get the best of me it may bother me for a minute but I won't let it eat the rest of me I'm strong enough to withstand this test of deprivation I have the elasticity of a rubber band that stretches longer than a conversation tell the heart mechanics that I'm on vacation 'bout to take off in flight like aviation to escape these waves of radiation that leave me in a constant battle between temptation and desperation it makes me feel all torn up and bewildered in dismay my head has this persistent, monstrous migraine no matter where I lay this is a sideline view of PDA By Glenn McCrary © 2010 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)