frostyangel
Bluelighter
I touched what I once thought was gone
and where it began I never knew...here
lays a map of my life, that someone else
drew.
The period of time and back again
lost my reality, of uncloser, and
still never will.
Running through the branches of the past,
and leaves of an oncoming future...
I began to take notice of what was true
in you.
I hated the vouage.
Loathed the unwanted present insecurity, of
life within itself. And I could not understand
why my thoughts, were so bitter in the notion, of
never becoming one with another again.
Walking in and out of the doors that were so
unheard, clouds the creation of my dreams, and the messages of the whispering answers that made
me so insane. I help through the greens and blues,
of all the unexpected treasures that I would want
your lust to be.
Why I ask, why me? Do you see the sign that leaves me unwanted, where my emotions ran so
dry, that I couldn't spread the joy of the flower
that bloomed in circles around me. And the purple, of the nite that made everything alright.
I turned to look at what I saw, were my eyes working the same each day, were my fingers touching the same skin, that grew to live. And my hair washed through and through of you, your touches, your kisses, your life. Of which I thought that you wanted to share. And to my disbelief finding out that you really didn't even care.
So I've been told that I'm holding on to what I know I could never let go. And I reverse it over and over again. Telling myself all those angered lies. To make-up for you mistakes.
He stood by the corners of my life, scared to show the real tears,hopes known as nothing, for it is he who wants me to get over,that silly past, that drowns me in red.
Flowers, left to die.
Tears, left inside.
Movies, left to rewind.
Dinners, left unfed.
Fears, left unsaid.
Moments, left to mend.
My memories are all dead.
So, when I close my eyes, thinking of my thoughts.
Do you remember, because I was the one doing it all for you, leaving you with someone else to screw.
I know that my life could be better than this.
And these are all feelings I know I must let go.
I have all this room to grow...I've changed my life for the better to show.
Who needs you, when I can have me.
The whole me, the real me.
And sooner or later, that's all your
going to see.
and where it began I never knew...here
lays a map of my life, that someone else
drew.
The period of time and back again
lost my reality, of uncloser, and
still never will.
Running through the branches of the past,
and leaves of an oncoming future...
I began to take notice of what was true
in you.
I hated the vouage.
Loathed the unwanted present insecurity, of
life within itself. And I could not understand
why my thoughts, were so bitter in the notion, of
never becoming one with another again.
Walking in and out of the doors that were so
unheard, clouds the creation of my dreams, and the messages of the whispering answers that made
me so insane. I help through the greens and blues,
of all the unexpected treasures that I would want
your lust to be.
Why I ask, why me? Do you see the sign that leaves me unwanted, where my emotions ran so
dry, that I couldn't spread the joy of the flower
that bloomed in circles around me. And the purple, of the nite that made everything alright.
I turned to look at what I saw, were my eyes working the same each day, were my fingers touching the same skin, that grew to live. And my hair washed through and through of you, your touches, your kisses, your life. Of which I thought that you wanted to share. And to my disbelief finding out that you really didn't even care.
So I've been told that I'm holding on to what I know I could never let go. And I reverse it over and over again. Telling myself all those angered lies. To make-up for you mistakes.
He stood by the corners of my life, scared to show the real tears,hopes known as nothing, for it is he who wants me to get over,that silly past, that drowns me in red.
Flowers, left to die.
Tears, left inside.
Movies, left to rewind.
Dinners, left unfed.
Fears, left unsaid.
Moments, left to mend.
My memories are all dead.
So, when I close my eyes, thinking of my thoughts.
Do you remember, because I was the one doing it all for you, leaving you with someone else to screw.
I know that my life could be better than this.
And these are all feelings I know I must let go.
I have all this room to grow...I've changed my life for the better to show.
Who needs you, when I can have me.
The whole me, the real me.
And sooner or later, that's all your
going to see.
I had to sit there and think about that for a bit because for a while it seemed that that was a perfect description of me. 