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There is nothing I can't put into words
but this has me fumbling.
I am happy. Sad. Lost. Confused.
I want to say its for the better. That I can cope
But my mind betrays me
every night, I Hope.
I want to say I'm sorry. To beg on my knees.
I want to be silent. Forever be alone.
Crying in my pillow. Lost. Lost. It's all Lost.
I want YOU to comfort me. Without seeing my pain.
I think to you, I'm sorry. But I really am to proud to say it.
And now I'm mad. You should read my thoughts.
I shouldn't have to explain.
Why can't you hear my heart? Why aren't you here?
| Rorschach test - see Aya's post|
Something that gets put to pen always means something, it's just that some things come into focus easier than others and will also mean different things to different readers.
|| Posted on 2012-04-07 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] |