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Post by Geinkotsu on Feb 20, 2012 6:32:23 GMT -5
In my darkest days, My words are lost in a misinterpreted maze. Where in the night have I lost sleep, Lost within darkness in a painful heap.
How do I even begin to explain, The severity of this chest pain? Upon the list of things of what is wrong, I have loved you all along.
It is those who are nicest that seem to be the saddest, Alone in the bitterness, I hold my silence in your midst. I begin to wonder if you could read between my lines, These words that I know best are our only confines.
Somewhere alone in the following, All I find is that you are wallowing. You act with nothing but oblivious innocence. Nothing but thoughts of you in your absence.
It is me who feels so unperceived. And everything I thought I believed, It was nothing but a hopeless dream. A wasted and overused theme.
In my darkest days. I lost my heart in this melodic phrase. You do nothing to shed light on my pain, Nothing to lighten this heavy mental strain.
Without granting deliverance, You showed me your reassuring pretense. I want nothing more than to let you go, But I am chained by my desire to know…
If I would bare to let you realize, Would you care to hear my cries? Or would you but apologize, For your heartless disguise?
I begin to wonder, should I even try, Should I let it all pass me by? I am sick of all your idiotic lies, It has been nothing but my heart’s demise.
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