(no subject)
It’s been said that I look
Pretty when I cry
My gray worlds
Foggy with emotion
The music in my head
Gives me a heavy heart
Weighs me down
Reminds me of broken words & lies
Promises never kept
You never wanted to did you?
It’s been said that I look
Pretty when I cry
I’m not sure what’s up with me
Lately
I’m trying desperately to shed my skin
But im left exhausted and have made no progress
Things are garbled and nonsensical
I look at smiling faces with disgust
Do you like this guise I wear?
It’s full of lies…
It’s been said that I look
Pretty when I cry
I have grown a different branch
On an old familiar tree
I thought it might have died in the frozen winter
But new embraces have found way to my arms
And when I feel you.. it feels like home
When I look at you…it doesn’t seem new to me
And when you’re talking me down off the ledge
I thank circumstance for our union
It’s been said that I look
Pretty when I cry
So silent a tear pierces a blank face
High above the hawks circle round
As I spin in circles
Circles…watching
Waiting… wanting… change…