wiSdoMiKaL
Bluelighter
its funny how the world cries,
yet again, instead of me.
as i think back to the sad times
the sweet irony as i watch
as the world opens up,
skies rain tears of sympathy
for mine had stopped.
i force away the pain
i have no use for tears.
But still, the world cries
no thunder in the clouds,
but my sorrow turns to grief,
and dispair turns to deep seeded anger.
i just want to SCREAM from the heavens.
why do i have to be so understanding?
i WANT him to hurt,
i want to be harsh,
i want to HATE.
but yet, the memories stop me,
so i push it aside,
and watch out my window
to see the world cry.
yet again, instead of me.
as i think back to the sad times
the sweet irony as i watch
as the world opens up,
skies rain tears of sympathy
for mine had stopped.
i force away the pain
i have no use for tears.
But still, the world cries
no thunder in the clouds,
but my sorrow turns to grief,
and dispair turns to deep seeded anger.
i just want to SCREAM from the heavens.
why do i have to be so understanding?
i WANT him to hurt,
i want to be harsh,
i want to HATE.
but yet, the memories stop me,
so i push it aside,
and watch out my window
to see the world cry.
