If I am really worthy
Why not glow in my presence?
Why muse on things unnecessary?
Why cry on imagined hurts?
Why focus on the mundane?
Why not cherish the profound?
Why not celebrate each moment together?
Why fury on few seconds apart?
Why pump yourself with hatred?
For hours and hours alone
Till nothing can be seen
No love
No passion
Just pain
Real pain
Created by anger and anguish
Uncontrolled
Always justified
Drowned in streams of tears
Till all our beauty is hazy
And flames of blame ignite
And this burning inside begins to eat
Our entire house down
Please dear, oh very dear
Choose happiness my love
And if you can
Keep your hand firmly in mine
Believe in yourself
Make life worth living
Make us worth envying
But if I am not worthy
Than throw me into darkness alone
Don't ever cry for me again
Because when history will be rewritten
I was just a pain for you
And a cancer well removed
Why not glow in my presence?
Why muse on things unnecessary?
Why cry on imagined hurts?
Why focus on the mundane?
Why not cherish the profound?
Why not celebrate each moment together?
Why fury on few seconds apart?
Why pump yourself with hatred?
For hours and hours alone
Till nothing can be seen
No love
No passion
Just pain
Real pain
Created by anger and anguish
Uncontrolled
Always justified
Drowned in streams of tears
Till all our beauty is hazy
And flames of blame ignite
And this burning inside begins to eat
Our entire house down
Please dear, oh very dear
Choose happiness my love
And if you can
Keep your hand firmly in mine
Believe in yourself
Make life worth living
Make us worth envying
But if I am not worthy
Than throw me into darkness alone
Don't ever cry for me again
Because when history will be rewritten
I was just a pain for you
And a cancer well removed
Forever there
ReplyDeleteSo you have severed the tie
that binds me to you
Does the vacuum haunt
your sunset strolls.
Still of me you think
And the longing has you
in throes of denial.
Mask you can
your ears; but mine
shall fly over you, beneath
give you a stand.
I beckon with rustling wings
You move in the babbling brook
I shall change it to a tidal wave
my love, how can I deny
your wish
when it hurts thus.
That is if the first person is God.
ReplyDeleteMay be we should all try to connect with the divine spirit withing us.
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