And you whisper, everyone cries sometimes
But you don't know
the nature of this sadness of mine
I don't expect you to see
through my lenses
looking at me
Should I hug you again?
Will it make things worse?
You are half the reason I am this way
You're suspiciously innocent
and I'm hurt
And I falter, everyone falls sometimes
But I don't know
if I'll get up this time
I don't expect you to see
through my lenses
looking at me
Should I hug you again?
Will it make things worse?
You are half the reason I am this way
You're suspiciously innocent
And I'm hurt
And I wonder, do you cry too sometimes?
I wouldn't know
It's not the nature of your state of mind
Tell me whatever did I do to you
For you to pull me in like this
Stroke my hair and give me a kiss
Makebelieve that my eyes are green
Whisper in my ear that I'm worth nothing
Should I hug you again?
Will it make things worse?
You are half the reason I am this way
You're suspiciously innocent
And I'm hurt
You're weighing me down
When you should be lifting me up
I'm complicating things, like I always do
Before I know it I'll have lost you
I'm suspiciously innocent
To you
Makes me wanna cry really, but beautiful.. <3
ReplyDeleteHahaha, makes me wanna cry too :/ :)
ReplyDelete"I don't expect you to see
ReplyDeletethrough my lenses
looking at me"
Yeah I like this. It's emotional, and the reader can easily catch the sadness. Good job :)
Audio of this coming up, maybe..?
Possibly. However I'm doing the audio for a few older songs at the moment that might appear here first. =)
ReplyDelete"And I falter, everyone falls sometimes
ReplyDeleteBut I don't know
if I'll get up this time"
beautiful. bittersweet piece, makes me almost cry.
Interesting that so many of you point to this, the bittersweet. That exactly struck me while writing this piece. I had no idea it would turn out a piece with such contradiction. :P
ReplyDeletei actually cried while reading this.. i can just connect with it really well. It's great! Very well written.
ReplyDeleteseems like you can read my mind. Or maybe or minds are just on the same page lately.
Most likely they are. But it can also be what often happens with poems - they're open for interpretation. Maybe what it meant to me while writing it doesn't mean the same to you reading it :D
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