star*
Bluelighter
Emptyness draining my soul
Trapping my thoughts in its wake
A helping hand shines like a bright light
Out of reach by mere touch
Fingers just inches away
From being discovered as the fake i am
Never wanting to be exposed
Fearing rejection
Wanting acceptance
Nearing confession
Sickly obsession
What is it that is so appealing?
Where does this passion come from?
Will it ever cease to exist?
The flame slowly burns weak
Hot wax dripping away
Burning my desire to grow
To need
To want
To love
How can i fuel its power?
How can i ignite its force once more?
To let out its light for the world to see
Like i know it so desperately wants
Illuminate the sky
Breathe the air
Experience this life
[ 02 June 2002: Message edited by: star* ]
Trapping my thoughts in its wake
A helping hand shines like a bright light
Out of reach by mere touch
Fingers just inches away
From being discovered as the fake i am
Never wanting to be exposed
Fearing rejection
Wanting acceptance
Nearing confession
Sickly obsession
What is it that is so appealing?
Where does this passion come from?
Will it ever cease to exist?
The flame slowly burns weak
Hot wax dripping away
Burning my desire to grow
To need
To want
To love
How can i fuel its power?
How can i ignite its force once more?
To let out its light for the world to see
Like i know it so desperately wants
Illuminate the sky
Breathe the air
Experience this life
[ 02 June 2002: Message edited by: star* ]
