it's funny how someone can hurt you so much, yet you can't let go. this is one i wrote after a night out with my crush. he tore me apart, yet i still hang around....don't ask me why...
I hear them outside, the soft chirping of birds disturbing my dreams. Slowly I am pulled from the sweet world of slumber and the light of day fills my eyes. The world outside is alive and waiting but I'm not ready to answer it's becon.
For now, I'm content curled in bed, daydreaming of the boy with velvet eyes. Intelligence, passion and beauty shine from those gentile orbs. They are the portals to a sould of such magnificance that I catch my breath every time I think of it. I wonder how such beauty can exist in a world filled with pain, hate and hoplesness.
I want to kiss him, hold him, show him just how precious he truly is. I want to find the key to his soul and feel his love fill my body. But it is only in my dreams that I have the power to make him love me. Ouside, in the world where the sun is shining and the birds are singing, there is no place for me in his life. He cannot see what I see, and my greatest efforts always fail to make him understand. His essence has captivated my sould and it is a trap from which I cannot escape. My wounded spirit writhes in torment, struggling like a caged bird to be free, as he confesses his love for another.
A pang of sorrow knifes me as I remember his words from the night bofore. I can try to pretend it isnt' true, but there is no use in deceiving myself. I have given my heart to someone who does not want to hold it.
As so many times before, I bend to pick up the shards, knowing that someday they will fit together again. Until then, I roll out of bed and give him a call.
I hear them outside, the soft chirping of birds disturbing my dreams. Slowly I am pulled from the sweet world of slumber and the light of day fills my eyes. The world outside is alive and waiting but I'm not ready to answer it's becon.
For now, I'm content curled in bed, daydreaming of the boy with velvet eyes. Intelligence, passion and beauty shine from those gentile orbs. They are the portals to a sould of such magnificance that I catch my breath every time I think of it. I wonder how such beauty can exist in a world filled with pain, hate and hoplesness.
I want to kiss him, hold him, show him just how precious he truly is. I want to find the key to his soul and feel his love fill my body. But it is only in my dreams that I have the power to make him love me. Ouside, in the world where the sun is shining and the birds are singing, there is no place for me in his life. He cannot see what I see, and my greatest efforts always fail to make him understand. His essence has captivated my sould and it is a trap from which I cannot escape. My wounded spirit writhes in torment, struggling like a caged bird to be free, as he confesses his love for another.
A pang of sorrow knifes me as I remember his words from the night bofore. I can try to pretend it isnt' true, but there is no use in deceiving myself. I have given my heart to someone who does not want to hold it.
As so many times before, I bend to pick up the shards, knowing that someday they will fit together again. Until then, I roll out of bed and give him a call.
