The only word that I heard,
was
...
...
... coming at me,
coming from you,
hoping to hurt,
intending to be heard.
And last.
...
...
...
To me, coming from you,
Everything I heard was enough to hurt.
And not more than I deserved.
Sunday 17 February 2013
Thursday 7 February 2013
The pieces coming all Together.
I wish I was that guy,
combing your hair,
holding you here,
because I'm jealous.
Jealous that the guy you probably like,
is someone that every guy wants to be.
Everyone wants to be a part of your life,
Or at least that's how I see it.
Maybe I'm wrong and I'm the only one you can see,
or maybe there's someone out there that you hope will look at you,
Not through.
But whatever you believe,
we're as blind as those people who so soundly sleep,
wool pulled over our eyes like sheep...
And you only know how I really feel
from what I say when I'm talking in my sleep.
But it's not her. It's me.
So to myself:
Watch out.
Every time there's a new step you have to look out for,
To keep you distracted from breaking down and thinking why:
Why you can't see her looking at you.
Why you just can't believe that it could be you.
Why shes the only thing you talk about in your sleep.
combing your hair,
holding you here,
because I'm jealous.
Jealous that the guy you probably like,
is someone that every guy wants to be.
Everyone wants to be a part of your life,
Or at least that's how I see it.
Maybe I'm wrong and I'm the only one you can see,
or maybe there's someone out there that you hope will look at you,
Not through.
But whatever you believe,
we're as blind as those people who so soundly sleep,
wool pulled over our eyes like sheep...
And you only know how I really feel
from what I say when I'm talking in my sleep.
But it's not her. It's me.
So to myself:
Watch out.
Every time there's a new step you have to look out for,
To keep you distracted from breaking down and thinking why:
Why you can't see her looking at you.
Why you just can't believe that it could be you.
Why shes the only thing you talk about in your sleep.
Wednesday 6 February 2013
It's nice to know where you will be
But that destination comes and it goes
... so suddenly.
So?
The home in our hearts is farthest apart when we're closest to home-
The leading me on that you're doing,
The truth my friend's don't know,
The hurt I'm feeling because I miss them.
I don't want to love with you anymore,
I don't want to frown anymore,
I don't want to waste anymore time,
I don't want to love you.
And if this doesn't kill me,
Then this emptiness inside of me will.
... so suddenly.
So?
The home in our hearts is farthest apart when we're closest to home-
The leading me on that you're doing,
The truth my friend's don't know,
The hurt I'm feeling because I miss them.
I don't want to love with you anymore,
I don't want to frown anymore,
I don't want to waste anymore time,
I don't want to love you.
And if this doesn't kill me,
Then this emptiness inside of me will.
Monday 4 February 2013
To those who may be listening:
There is nothing here to see.
You may be on your way.
This isn't a caravan,
No circus freaks,
Not even treasures from the Orient.
Just the memory of a man,
One who may still be missing on the inside.
And when you find him,
Can you tell him how to get home?
Because I think he's lost.
And I'm worried for him,
for Her.
You may be on your way.
This isn't a caravan,
No circus freaks,
Not even treasures from the Orient.
Just the memory of a man,
One who may still be missing on the inside.
And when you find him,
Can you tell him how to get home?
Because I think he's lost.
And I'm worried for him,
for Her.
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