It spun, circled, entwining me,
Projecting the reality
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The most difficult part of all, Is that, if I should simply fall.. I might not want to be picked up (my coffee's bitter in that shattered cup). Simply, all that matters is far I have no inner conflict, I'm at war Trying not to simply break down insane, Even if no one notices my pain.. I'm placing bets on future races Winning losing, even chases, Dripping courage, all the way Knowing that, I might not stay It would be wrong to lose my mind.. Cause I don't know if I could find An excuse to not let you go, (a shovel to dig me out of the snow). I'm picking up the scattered pieces Ironing out the tear-like creases.. While, outside, the thunder's so loud I'm wondering why, there are no clouds I blow my warm breath onto the window pane Trying to wipe the dusty finger prints, it rains I'm left with only half a sign A poem without a single line. I smile, sarcasm always was my talent Contemplating the time I spent Whispering to a deaf ear Yet, insanely shaking with fear I tear the pages, all worn out While knowing, without a single doubt There's more in them than mere delirium Proof of my ability to fight them Them, useless tools, of no use, They say it's difficult to let me loose I wonder why, as I pick up the letter from him they dropped, Noticing the rain had stopped, he wrote: "I know the answer is in you I know the question is there too So if you could just simply wait We both will know, it's not too late Then, maybe, I can stay More than just another day And show you it didn't have to take so long To know the love that binds is strong It spun, circled, entwining me, Projecting the reality That all it takes, is a single promise One that I will not dismiss.. I write on the fog covered window pane, I made With my breath, my tears, the blood I paid: "tell me now, how could I not cry when I'm always forced to say goodbye?" |