Beautiful Disaster/ Untitled
This poem is called Beautiful Disaster.
I drown in my dreams.
An exquisite extreme, I know.
I'm more damned than I seem.
More heaven than a heart could hold.
And if I tried to save me.
My whole world could cave in.
Just ain't right.
No it just ain't right.
I odn't know, I don't know what I'm after.
He says I'm so beautiful,
But i'm just a beautiful disaster.
If I could hold on,
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster?
It's magic and myth.
As strong as what I believe.
A tragedy within.
More damamge then a soul should see.
And do I try to change me?
So hard not to blame myself.
Hold on tight.
I just have to hold on tight.
I'm looking for love,
and the logical.
But I'm only happy hysterical.
I'm waiting for some kind of miracle.
I've waited so long.
My emotions, soft to the touch.
But frayed at the ends I break.
I'm never enough, and still, I'm more than I can take. . .
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This poem doesn't have a title. Sorry. . .
There's no explaination for feeling like this.
No answer to the question why.
The reason behind why I am the way I am.
And why at night I cry.
Someone said "If it makes you happy,
It can't be that bad.
If it makes you happy,
Then why the hell are you so sad?"
The truth is because every minute,
A piece of you falls apart.
And with every piece that's disposed of,
It breaks another part of your heart.
The desperation of needing the words,
To put the pieces back in place.
It constantly reminds me,
Of how bad I want to see your face.
The pictures just taunt me.
And the feelings just overwhelm.
And yet I still sit here alone.
Putting my soul through this hell
Everything about right now is wrong.
The music and the lights.
Yet, I can't seem to bring myself
To make everything right.
Because being happy is like that.
It can be bad.
And just sitting here alone right now,
Is waht makes me so sad. . .
I drown in my dreams.
An exquisite extreme, I know.
I'm more damned than I seem.
More heaven than a heart could hold.
And if I tried to save me.
My whole world could cave in.
Just ain't right.
No it just ain't right.
I odn't know, I don't know what I'm after.
He says I'm so beautiful,
But i'm just a beautiful disaster.
If I could hold on,
Through the tears and the laughter
Would it be beautiful?
Or just a beautiful disaster?
It's magic and myth.
As strong as what I believe.
A tragedy within.
More damamge then a soul should see.
And do I try to change me?
So hard not to blame myself.
Hold on tight.
I just have to hold on tight.
I'm looking for love,
and the logical.
But I'm only happy hysterical.
I'm waiting for some kind of miracle.
I've waited so long.
My emotions, soft to the touch.
But frayed at the ends I break.
I'm never enough, and still, I'm more than I can take. . .
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This poem doesn't have a title. Sorry. . .
There's no explaination for feeling like this.
No answer to the question why.
The reason behind why I am the way I am.
And why at night I cry.
Someone said "If it makes you happy,
It can't be that bad.
If it makes you happy,
Then why the hell are you so sad?"
The truth is because every minute,
A piece of you falls apart.
And with every piece that's disposed of,
It breaks another part of your heart.
The desperation of needing the words,
To put the pieces back in place.
It constantly reminds me,
Of how bad I want to see your face.
The pictures just taunt me.
And the feelings just overwhelm.
And yet I still sit here alone.
Putting my soul through this hell
Everything about right now is wrong.
The music and the lights.
Yet, I can't seem to bring myself
To make everything right.
Because being happy is like that.
It can be bad.
And just sitting here alone right now,
Is waht makes me so sad. . .