Wrote this a few years ago, never posted it. First time for everything.
Something made me post this. We'll see if I can figure out what it was.
tears are for those unsure of where they are
unsure of where they're going
or who they want to be
they fall to the ground unnoticed
by the ones who were supposed to see
all my pain and devastation
confined into a single drop
but once it leaves my face, i fear,
it comes to a sudden stop
the tear that you onced cried and weeped
has now come to end, fell off your cheek
like spheres of glass, they fall and shatter
down below, on the cold, hard street
unlike these tears that you once made
that stop so fast, break, and change shape
i cant be broken and remolded into something new
thats not the way i was made,
and most likely neither were you
the human heart is fragile
when deep in thought, it is like water:
when shown the smallest amount of cold,
it in itself grows colder, and harder.
turning into ice is the final stage
but then i stop, only to find
the tears that once ran down my face
have absorbed the cold and frozen inside
its a fatal game, the one we play
its complicated, called emotion.
few people win, but many lose
only one rule, but no one knows it
i almost let my wife come right between us
but after it all, realized she was just trying to beat us
my wife became my mistress, my mistress became my love
enshrouded only in darkness
like a hand in a black glove
this love that i speak of
composed of ideas, music and lyrics
unfortunately, i must say
this mistress' name is music
in terms of my love, this wife
she turned out to be a bitch
now i seek divorce
to end this relationship
Something made me post this. We'll see if I can figure out what it was.
tears are for those unsure of where they are
unsure of where they're going
or who they want to be
they fall to the ground unnoticed
by the ones who were supposed to see
all my pain and devastation
confined into a single drop
but once it leaves my face, i fear,
it comes to a sudden stop
the tear that you onced cried and weeped
has now come to end, fell off your cheek
like spheres of glass, they fall and shatter
down below, on the cold, hard street
unlike these tears that you once made
that stop so fast, break, and change shape
i cant be broken and remolded into something new
thats not the way i was made,
and most likely neither were you
the human heart is fragile
when deep in thought, it is like water:
when shown the smallest amount of cold,
it in itself grows colder, and harder.
turning into ice is the final stage
but then i stop, only to find
the tears that once ran down my face
have absorbed the cold and frozen inside
its a fatal game, the one we play
its complicated, called emotion.
few people win, but many lose
only one rule, but no one knows it
i almost let my wife come right between us
but after it all, realized she was just trying to beat us
my wife became my mistress, my mistress became my love
enshrouded only in darkness
like a hand in a black glove
this love that i speak of
composed of ideas, music and lyrics
unfortunately, i must say
this mistress' name is music
in terms of my love, this wife
she turned out to be a bitch
now i seek divorce
to end this relationship
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