random angst
the following is a random, angsty rambling i spit out at school a few days ago.
heart of glass (10-06-04)
Were my heart a glass
and my love a liquid
the substance would flow over the brim,
drenching the world with the pain I feel,
knowing, but never having…
seeing, but never touching…
loving, but never showing
this bleeding heart to you…
I’d keep it to myself…
hide it in a box…
lock it away where you could never see
just how I feel for you.
Love is meant to be shared,
but I’ll never burden you
with the pains I have from loving you…
Trouble shared is trouble halved,
but love shared is either doubled or trashed…
Love is its own brand of trouble.
Love, when hidden from its object, like any other trouble becomes a burden,
but when shared it can become such a bitter wound…
It’s no wonder we feel the need to hide our feelings…
It hurts to be in love alone,
but that pain can be multiplied
beyond our comprehension
with the failure of a love in the open.
heart of glass (10-06-04)
Were my heart a glass
and my love a liquid
the substance would flow over the brim,
drenching the world with the pain I feel,
knowing, but never having…
seeing, but never touching…
loving, but never showing
this bleeding heart to you…
I’d keep it to myself…
hide it in a box…
lock it away where you could never see
just how I feel for you.
Love is meant to be shared,
but I’ll never burden you
with the pains I have from loving you…
Trouble shared is trouble halved,
but love shared is either doubled or trashed…
Love is its own brand of trouble.
Love, when hidden from its object, like any other trouble becomes a burden,
but when shared it can become such a bitter wound…
It’s no wonder we feel the need to hide our feelings…
It hurts to be in love alone,
but that pain can be multiplied
beyond our comprehension
with the failure of a love in the open.