(no subject)
I'm tired and my senses seem dull at best.
My vision blurs with anger, or a lack of care
...I remember how much I used to see you
And hear you singing, even when you weren't here
How lots of things were left unsaid
but not necessarily unknown.
Until that night when everything was spoken,
and our eyes refused to meet again.
It was too much all at once,
I exhausted my supply of love and criticism.
Now I'm cold from the rain and dark,
But you have a fountain to dance in,
And sun to keep your eye sight bright.
Maybe... Maybe when anyone learns
too much about someone else,
A desire for separation can't be helped.
Maybe our mutual illumination
only squelched our shared light.
My vision blurs with anger, or a lack of care
...I remember how much I used to see you
And hear you singing, even when you weren't here
How lots of things were left unsaid
but not necessarily unknown.
Until that night when everything was spoken,
and our eyes refused to meet again.
It was too much all at once,
I exhausted my supply of love and criticism.
Now I'm cold from the rain and dark,
But you have a fountain to dance in,
And sun to keep your eye sight bright.
Maybe... Maybe when anyone learns
too much about someone else,
A desire for separation can't be helped.
Maybe our mutual illumination
only squelched our shared light.