I ache inside from what I don't know
it could be 2 many things...
I have no right to complain or wallow
wish I had some relief to swallow
A sorrow unseen by all other eyes
it's existence in question but so true
We've been so blessed yet I am puckered
with denial,hatred,sorrow,greed, and love-
If i even know what love is or am capable of it.
Every word is a mask to hide my sword
with a blade so willing to ignore the lies
and in the process kill what is or was dear
I can see it happening, mask tearing away
held tight by rubber strings which snap...
elasticity works both ways.
it could be 2 many things...
I have no right to complain or wallow
wish I had some relief to swallow
A sorrow unseen by all other eyes
it's existence in question but so true
We've been so blessed yet I am puckered
with denial,hatred,sorrow,greed, and love-
If i even know what love is or am capable of it.
Every word is a mask to hide my sword
with a blade so willing to ignore the lies
and in the process kill what is or was dear
I can see it happening, mask tearing away
held tight by rubber strings which snap...
elasticity works both ways.