There is more to me
Then you are willing to know
But if you decide to care
I guess i can show
You the parts of myself
That i hide
Beneath my skin
Deep down inside
I guess i am trying to say
I love you
Does the silence
Want to scream
So it knows that it
Still can?
I heard the whispers of gold
That rode on the breath of dawn
They were quiet
With their tickling breath
As i was sobered by the sun
When will i learn
That your love
Was never for me
To hold?
Only for me to veiw
At a distance
But never to really
Touch.
There are so many eyes
Glowing in the dark
Watching me
Waiting until i slip.
It is maddening
The disembodied cackles
Mocking me
Not with words,
But with laughter.
Awaiting my failure
Do you see the eyes?
Do you hear the sounds?
Am i the only one
Who is
Going insane?
Like how language
Gets jumbled over time,
We became two mouths
Tangled in our misery.
Each meaning the same thing
Yet unable to comprehend
The other.
Are we not both proclaiming love
But losing the feeling
By the tossing and turning
Of borrowed time?
There is something insincere about ‘I love you’.
I mean so much more when I say those words, that I feel will never be understood. This isn't lust, this isn’t friendship- this is something in between. This love is me giving my heart, my soul, my everything to you and trusting that you will do the same.
Never in my life before
Have i felt this unfulfilling ache
Which rises with the rosy sun
But never seems to set
At twilight
You are the poem
That I dream to write
But fail to grasp
Each time