Friday, September 16, 2011
...it ends
I feel weak; I know you can’t see
I can’t speak, tears drowning, minor chord
I just want a kiss on my cheek but I can see that will never be.
You’re just hiding, my darkened ward
There are no words to express what I feel
I know I should always carry my shield
But instead I hope for magic so I can heel
But there is so much traffic and I have to yield
I hate to admit, I think I was right
And I hate admitting I was once again wrong
It’s the same story, even though I wish it not with all my might
In this thin rope, up so high
Holding to life as I balance in this line so tight
I like to sacrifice and surely it’s the road I chose
I like to be me, and I know you only see the negativity
But will you get bored; there are bees from rose to rose
I hate pain, it’s sometimes the reason I pretend to be vain.
But, it’s a front, I have nothing to gain.
In my nights in the black room, staring at nothing
I think of the stars, we stare together
I don’t know if we were bluffing
But it’s the same sky we see, I wish it forever
It’s the lullaby of the wolves’ cry
Only to see fire in your eye,
A camp fire, lost in moments time
And open wound, droplets of lime
a Unison stare at the sky,
To realize two separate worlds, was it a lie?
A dream never comes true
Unless it’s made an action by you.
One can’t see love, but feel it,
Much like a baby in a womb
Love is beautiful, but there is so much pain
Who feels love when there’s nothing to gain?
A taken life by a last cold breath before your doom
No pain lifeless strained vein
Before an eternal fate in that dark tomb
Just a drive in life’s fast lane
As we arrived, out we go in a hospital room.
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