I had
5 packets of quavers
And 1 packet of wotsits
Just before bed.
Then i woke
Wondering, strangely, why
My tummy ached.
Silly Bekah.
Tuesday, 16 November 2010
Monday, 8 November 2010
Find Me
One day, it may be
That I find myself beneath a tree,
And as raindrops tumble,
And my tummy rumbles.
There you might find me.
One day, it may go
That i find myself knee deep in snow,
My scarf wrapped twice,
Taking notes about ice,
There you might find me.
One day, it may seem
That i find myself cradling my tea,
Hands clasped tight,
Dreams taking flight,
There you might find me.
One day, it may be true,
That suddenly, amongst your wonderful blue
In me something stirs,
But I shan't speak a word,
That day, I may just find you.
That I find myself beneath a tree,
And as raindrops tumble,
And my tummy rumbles.
There you might find me.
One day, it may go
That i find myself knee deep in snow,
My scarf wrapped twice,
Taking notes about ice,
There you might find me.
One day, it may seem
That i find myself cradling my tea,
Hands clasped tight,
Dreams taking flight,
There you might find me.
One day, it may be true,
That suddenly, amongst your wonderful blue
In me something stirs,
But I shan't speak a word,
That day, I may just find you.
Sunday, 7 November 2010
Song of Erasmus Darwin
Whilst the flowers sleep
They are breathing
Little hearts
Rooted in the Earth
Their petal limbs
Open wide
An embrace toward
Maternal love
They know, the plants
Their slience is wise
Their muscles don't ache
Their hearts open wide.
They wake, they breathe
They flex, they lean
They give, they recieve,
They sleep, they dream.
A secretion of the earth
Life-form organic
I, Erasmus
Believe in this planet.
They are breathing
Little hearts
Rooted in the Earth
Their petal limbs
Open wide
An embrace toward
Maternal love
They know, the plants
Their slience is wise
Their muscles don't ache
Their hearts open wide.
They wake, they breathe
They flex, they lean
They give, they recieve,
They sleep, they dream.
A secretion of the earth
Life-form organic
I, Erasmus
Believe in this planet.
Tuesday, 2 November 2010
Monday, 1 November 2010
Let's Stay - Cary Briel
The water ripples,
your face smiles
back, as we
do the dishes.
I love your laugh
and giggle,
Close out the
world and
let's stay.
Sleeping late,
you turn
to face me--
and I see you,
then I
feel your weight.
Close out the
world and
let's stay.
your face smiles
back, as we
do the dishes.
I love your laugh
and giggle,
Close out the
world and
let's stay.
Sleeping late,
you turn
to face me--
and I see you,
then I
feel your weight.
Close out the
world and
let's stay.
Friday, 29 October 2010
I, Icarus
There was a time when I could fly. I swear it.
Perhaps, If I think hard enough for a moment, I can even tell you the year.
My room was on the ground floor at the rear of the house.
My bed faced a window.
Night after night I lay on my bed and willed myself to fly.
It was hard work, I call tell you.
Sometimes I lay perfectly still for an hour before I felt
my body rising from the bed.
I rose slowly, slowly until I floated three or four feet
above the floor.
Then, with a kind of swimming motion, I propelled myself
toward the window.
Outside, I rose higher and higher, above the pasture fence,
above the clothesline, above the dark, haunted trees
beyond the pasture.
And, all the time, I heard the music of flutes.
It seemed the wind made this music.
And sometimes there were voices singing.
-Alden Nowlan
Perhaps, If I think hard enough for a moment, I can even tell you the year.
My room was on the ground floor at the rear of the house.
My bed faced a window.
Night after night I lay on my bed and willed myself to fly.
It was hard work, I call tell you.
Sometimes I lay perfectly still for an hour before I felt
my body rising from the bed.
I rose slowly, slowly until I floated three or four feet
above the floor.
Then, with a kind of swimming motion, I propelled myself
toward the window.
Outside, I rose higher and higher, above the pasture fence,
above the clothesline, above the dark, haunted trees
beyond the pasture.
And, all the time, I heard the music of flutes.
It seemed the wind made this music.
And sometimes there were voices singing.
-Alden Nowlan
Monday, 25 October 2010
24.10.10
i am small
i am nothing
i am bland
and unpure
yet the beauty you placed in me
to my filth is like a cure
you died
i died
and all wrong in me was made right
how could i deny you?
especially tonight.
your love is like no other
your heart outbeats them all
no wonder in your presence
i feel desperately small.
but i'm safe
i'm ok
i am healing
i am home
for no matter who's attacking me
i'm not fighting this alone.
i am nothing
i am bland
and unpure
yet the beauty you placed in me
to my filth is like a cure
you died
i died
and all wrong in me was made right
how could i deny you?
especially tonight.
your love is like no other
your heart outbeats them all
no wonder in your presence
i feel desperately small.
but i'm safe
i'm ok
i am healing
i am home
for no matter who's attacking me
i'm not fighting this alone.
Saturday, 23 October 2010
the blur strikes again.
i lied to you
you lied to me
it was sweet at the time
we thought we were free
but lies, they trap
they manipulate hearts
and now all you can see
are blurs racing past.
the things that you chose
to pick out of the blur
are the moonlit memories
a staircase, a murmur,
a promise quickly made,
and fast retracted, replaces
the lies once told
and that through the blur races
you struggle, you grasp
onto nothing, onto mist
onto feelings we forced
and nothing honest
it wasn't true, it wasn't right,
and now i try to move on
you put up a fight,
though your sword weighs a tonne.
there was hurt, there were tears
why won't you let go?
do you really truthfully want
so much sorrow?
why do you chose
to keep your heart broken
to keep dancing on shards
to keep emptily hoping?
this doesn't rest on me
or my heart or my actions
in this disposable world
i am merely a fraction
of creation, of life,
of the beauty placed here,
so pick up the pieces,
and the hurt and the fear
and surrender them to someone
who won't turn their back
who won't lie to you
and who will keep you on track
He made you, He loves you,
He bought you back home,
And with open arms waits,
A king on the throne,
can't you see that in pining,
you're still putting me first?
that it's dwelling on riches
placed right here, on earth,
ignore me, directly,
if that's what it takes,
just stop taking your eyes
off what's really at stake
Lose me, instead
Hold on to the right,
the one and the only
the saviour, the light,
the healer, the friend,
the brother and more,
for though he's closed this small window,
to you He's opened a door.
you lied to me
it was sweet at the time
we thought we were free
but lies, they trap
they manipulate hearts
and now all you can see
are blurs racing past.
the things that you chose
to pick out of the blur
are the moonlit memories
a staircase, a murmur,
a promise quickly made,
and fast retracted, replaces
the lies once told
and that through the blur races
you struggle, you grasp
onto nothing, onto mist
onto feelings we forced
and nothing honest
it wasn't true, it wasn't right,
and now i try to move on
you put up a fight,
though your sword weighs a tonne.
there was hurt, there were tears
why won't you let go?
do you really truthfully want
so much sorrow?
why do you chose
to keep your heart broken
to keep dancing on shards
to keep emptily hoping?
this doesn't rest on me
or my heart or my actions
in this disposable world
i am merely a fraction
of creation, of life,
of the beauty placed here,
so pick up the pieces,
and the hurt and the fear
and surrender them to someone
who won't turn their back
who won't lie to you
and who will keep you on track
He made you, He loves you,
He bought you back home,
And with open arms waits,
A king on the throne,
can't you see that in pining,
you're still putting me first?
that it's dwelling on riches
placed right here, on earth,
ignore me, directly,
if that's what it takes,
just stop taking your eyes
off what's really at stake
Lose me, instead
Hold on to the right,
the one and the only
the saviour, the light,
the healer, the friend,
the brother and more,
for though he's closed this small window,
to you He's opened a door.
Wednesday, 20 October 2010
From Summer to Autumn (in a single falling)
It is sunny and cold
And the leaves have turned brown,
It's a shame that we walk
Around two seperate towns,
Your hand in mine
Would warm up my smile
But instead I sit, gaze
And dream a little while
And the little while takes flight,
Flies into hopeless hope
Of romance, of love
Of hearts being home.
Through the window the sun
Rests on my shoulder
It might have felt like your kiss
If I could just be bolder
And tell you I saw you
This morning, half sleepy
I know it wasn't real
But it got my heart leaping
And that elephant juice
Or shoes for that matter
Just covers the truth
Makes feelings flatter
And as much as it's hard
Us being apart from each other
It's worth the wait;
I remember our summer.
(with James in mind)
And the leaves have turned brown,
It's a shame that we walk
Around two seperate towns,
Your hand in mine
Would warm up my smile
But instead I sit, gaze
And dream a little while
And the little while takes flight,
Flies into hopeless hope
Of romance, of love
Of hearts being home.
Through the window the sun
Rests on my shoulder
It might have felt like your kiss
If I could just be bolder
And tell you I saw you
This morning, half sleepy
I know it wasn't real
But it got my heart leaping
And that elephant juice
Or shoes for that matter
Just covers the truth
Makes feelings flatter
And as much as it's hard
Us being apart from each other
It's worth the wait;
I remember our summer.
(with James in mind)
Thursday, 14 October 2010
The Story of Wandering Aegnus by W.B.Yeats
I went out to the hazel wood, Because a fire was in my head, And cut and peeled a hazel wand, And hooked a berry to a thread; And when white moths were on the wing, And moth-like stars were flickering out, I dropped the berry in a stream And caught a little silver trout. When I had laid it on the floor I went to blow the fire aflame, But something rustled on the floor, And some one called me by my name: It had become a glimmering girl With apple blossom in her hair Who called me by my name and ran And faded through the brightening air. Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
Harboured.
Oh God,
Why is my heart,
Once a lively young thing,
Sullen for others;
Those I once may have danced with.
Anger,
It swells,
A flood, an ocean,
An expanse of emotion,
Once lapping at the feet,
Now a tidal wave engulfing what used to be
Patience.
He is trying,
And she echoes me,
Why can't he see?
These fakeries irritate
They build, and I let them
Till they topple and fall,
Pour out of the sky,
Into the rest.
This isn't like me,
Love.
Was never hard,
Was never far,
Was never something I had to dig deep for.
And then Him.
He doesn't know,
But He's learning.
Happiness and Peace,
A blessing without knowing.
How, amongst these clean Christian folk,
Can judgment burble
And frowns come my way.
I'm protective,
A little shipwreck,
Harboured.
Why is my heart,
Once a lively young thing,
Sullen for others;
Those I once may have danced with.
Anger,
It swells,
A flood, an ocean,
An expanse of emotion,
Once lapping at the feet,
Now a tidal wave engulfing what used to be
Patience.
He is trying,
And she echoes me,
Why can't he see?
These fakeries irritate
They build, and I let them
Till they topple and fall,
Pour out of the sky,
Into the rest.
This isn't like me,
Love.
Was never hard,
Was never far,
Was never something I had to dig deep for.
And then Him.
He doesn't know,
But He's learning.
Happiness and Peace,
A blessing without knowing.
How, amongst these clean Christian folk,
Can judgment burble
And frowns come my way.
I'm protective,
A little shipwreck,
Harboured.
Sunday, 3 October 2010
03.10.10
It's fascinating how heavy the rain is today,
And yet the smallest spider's web,
Amidst the fierce drops,
Is not destroyed.
It gains, in fact, a beauty,
As the tiny threads become laced
With tiny beads it draws from the sheets.
And yet the smallest spider's web,
Amidst the fierce drops,
Is not destroyed.
It gains, in fact, a beauty,
As the tiny threads become laced
With tiny beads it draws from the sheets.
Wednesday, 11 August 2010
Writing
These pages can be turned
And turned again, until
A crisp lined white appears;
Staring challengingly at you.
Such a part of you is this;
The marriage of heart and pen
That you no longer feel vulnerable
When your ink shapes words around lines.
Rhyme and stanza seem obsolete,
The verse created is yours;
Purely and unquestionably a part
Of your otherwise silent true self.
These poetries created are children,
Each relying on your approval,
Scared of facing rejection
From the nurturer who feeds them.
If I share these words with you,
Would you understand how it breaks
The trusting bond built
Apon sharing secrets with this book?
To these pages I can be honest
If I do wrong, a new page is offered:
No questions asked,
A forgiving and forgetting autonomy.
So if I'm sharing this with you,
I am at my utmost vulnerable,
More naked than you'll ever see me,
More in love than i thought i could be...
And turned again, until
A crisp lined white appears;
Staring challengingly at you.
Such a part of you is this;
The marriage of heart and pen
That you no longer feel vulnerable
When your ink shapes words around lines.
Rhyme and stanza seem obsolete,
The verse created is yours;
Purely and unquestionably a part
Of your otherwise silent true self.
These poetries created are children,
Each relying on your approval,
Scared of facing rejection
From the nurturer who feeds them.
If I share these words with you,
Would you understand how it breaks
The trusting bond built
Apon sharing secrets with this book?
To these pages I can be honest
If I do wrong, a new page is offered:
No questions asked,
A forgiving and forgetting autonomy.
So if I'm sharing this with you,
I am at my utmost vulnerable,
More naked than you'll ever see me,
More in love than i thought i could be...
Overgrowth.
This garden,
of little truths, whispered alone,
cutting through jungle in the form of honest expression.
It can't be helped,
She tries.
This garden; escapism.
Lose me, please.
of little truths, whispered alone,
cutting through jungle in the form of honest expression.
It can't be helped,
She tries.
This garden; escapism.
Lose me, please.
Monday, 9 August 2010
Kristy Smith, 2006.
She didn't know what to write, and so this is what followed;
"Stars and Spiders are not the same."
Insightful, Miss Smith. Thank you.
"Stars and Spiders are not the same."
Insightful, Miss Smith. Thank you.
Thursday, 5 August 2010
Fireweed - (English Exercise Book, High School)
I like it best like this,
Grown-over; healed,
Like a war-time wound,
The memory stays though the bleeding's over.
A beautiful building,
Walls crumbling down,
Fireweed clambering up,
Patching the wound,
Healing the visable past.
But the memory still lingers,
Of perfect walls.
The memory that follows,
Of raw wounds in the brickwork.
And then,
Healing new life,
Climbing up the walls,
Fireweed.
Grown-over; healed,
Like a war-time wound,
The memory stays though the bleeding's over.
A beautiful building,
Walls crumbling down,
Fireweed clambering up,
Patching the wound,
Healing the visable past.
But the memory still lingers,
Of perfect walls.
The memory that follows,
Of raw wounds in the brickwork.
And then,
Healing new life,
Climbing up the walls,
Fireweed.
Tuesday, 3 August 2010
14
So many questions going unanswered
I know that it isn't that plain to see,
But the fact still remains, it just seems quite hidden
Really how much you mean to me.
So I'm going to wait with words unspoken,
Me being me and you being you,
And if beautiful people don't comfort your heart,
Maybe then you will follow me through...
I know that it isn't that plain to see,
But the fact still remains, it just seems quite hidden
Really how much you mean to me.
So I'm going to wait with words unspoken,
Me being me and you being you,
And if beautiful people don't comfort your heart,
Maybe then you will follow me through...
26.03.08 - 29.06.10
Tip-Toe feathers
Scared to make a sound
Amidst the harsh wind,
A fragile skeleton
Of an autumn leaf
Lies untouched
And all is turning
To an era yet to be labelled
As anything, yet.
A generation, lost
Within the fast lanes and
tracks of uncertain value;
Steadily losing all
sense of direction
Let alone ultimate destination.
Finding your way
amongst silent leaves and
harsh winds
Is unnerving, to say the least.
Scared to make a sound
Amidst the harsh wind,
A fragile skeleton
Of an autumn leaf
Lies untouched
And all is turning
To an era yet to be labelled
As anything, yet.
A generation, lost
Within the fast lanes and
tracks of uncertain value;
Steadily losing all
sense of direction
Let alone ultimate destination.
Finding your way
amongst silent leaves and
harsh winds
Is unnerving, to say the least.
Monday, 2 August 2010
Cool Deeps
"Cool deeps..." she sighs,
"I have sought after and tried
to drench in beauty, relationships,
and, those failing, wine"
But haven't we all, 'till we've needed to drink?
And then the "cool deeps" are found,
They become vapour then pour down;
Hard droplets into our softening lives,
They pound.
It is only in the rain
That most of us gain a peep
At the power of the ocean,
And the coolness of the deeps.
"But during droughts am I diseased?
I am told if not at ease,
My mind seethes instabilities,
And for behaviour to please,
I must 'swallow these'
And learn to agree..."
No; London and Paris shall not suffice,
Nor the love of a man, nor being his wife,
Nor mistress, nor temptress,
Nor solitary maiden,
Will compare to the cool deeps
Of the rainfall in Eden.
Only the touch of an angel's whisper,
Inducing a quenching of thirst
From the introspections of depressions,
From inward torture, neurotic hurt,
I am lifted, delivered,
Set free now rain falls,
The Cool Deeps have found me,
And it is now my home calls.
"I have sought after and tried
to drench in beauty, relationships,
and, those failing, wine"
But haven't we all, 'till we've needed to drink?
And then the "cool deeps" are found,
They become vapour then pour down;
Hard droplets into our softening lives,
They pound.
It is only in the rain
That most of us gain a peep
At the power of the ocean,
And the coolness of the deeps.
"But during droughts am I diseased?
I am told if not at ease,
My mind seethes instabilities,
And for behaviour to please,
I must 'swallow these'
And learn to agree..."
No; London and Paris shall not suffice,
Nor the love of a man, nor being his wife,
Nor mistress, nor temptress,
Nor solitary maiden,
Will compare to the cool deeps
Of the rainfall in Eden.
Only the touch of an angel's whisper,
Inducing a quenching of thirst
From the introspections of depressions,
From inward torture, neurotic hurt,
I am lifted, delivered,
Set free now rain falls,
The Cool Deeps have found me,
And it is now my home calls.
Bethany Jane Alexander (16.02.10)
I watch you softly singing,
A song entitled "Cordouroy".
I'm sure your spaghetti would love it, too,
If spaghetti had ears.
A song entitled "Cordouroy".
I'm sure your spaghetti would love it, too,
If spaghetti had ears.
Fly-by Heart
Fly-by Heart has strings so cold,
That when they're played, they cry (so I'm told)
Heart-shaped tears; droplets of gold,
I hope that this love never grows old...
That when they're played, they cry (so I'm told)
Heart-shaped tears; droplets of gold,
I hope that this love never grows old...
(Apon being handed back a book that my friend had been assessing the nature of...)
"This feels different now that you've held it."
"Good or bad?"
"...you know, I am yet to decide..."
"Good or bad?"
"...you know, I am yet to decide..."
A Coffee Shop in an Art Gallery...23/06/10
"Did you love her?" I asked.
"Who"
"Johanna?"
"Yes. But I'm quite used to not getting the things that I want."
The conversation was suspended for a fraction. I knew that something was about to change, but I wasn't precisly ready for the reality of it.
"I could have loved a girl once..." He continued.
I laughed. Not cruelly, you must understand. It was intended in a sweet manner; an honest response to the honest simplicity of such a complicated statement. And then: "...but she died."
"Who"
"Johanna?"
"Yes. But I'm quite used to not getting the things that I want."
The conversation was suspended for a fraction. I knew that something was about to change, but I wasn't precisly ready for the reality of it.
"I could have loved a girl once..." He continued.
I laughed. Not cruelly, you must understand. It was intended in a sweet manner; an honest response to the honest simplicity of such a complicated statement. And then: "...but she died."
Extension..
Extension towards the one you love;
An outstretched arm,
Straining fingers,
Puckered lips.
Your heart.
An outstretched arm,
Straining fingers,
Puckered lips.
Your heart.
In a Theatre...
The dust in the spotlight beam
Catches my attention
Moreso than the talent
That the light finally falls apon.
Catches my attention
Moreso than the talent
That the light finally falls apon.
The Comfort of a Shared Night Sky
Send me to the stars,
And I will meet you there,
Send me to orion,
And I will wait for you,
For we both know,
That the stars have arms,
The stars have arms
And they'll cradle us to sleep.
Send me to the stars
My heart will guide us there
Send me to orion
And I will shine for you
For we both know
That the stars have voices
The stars have voices
That will sing us lullabyes.
Send me to the stars
And I'll set up home right there
Send me to orion
And I'll sing a song for you
For we both know
That the stars are safe
The stars are safe
They're the same for you and I.
And I will meet you there,
Send me to orion,
And I will wait for you,
For we both know,
That the stars have arms,
The stars have arms
And they'll cradle us to sleep.
Send me to the stars
My heart will guide us there
Send me to orion
And I will shine for you
For we both know
That the stars have voices
The stars have voices
That will sing us lullabyes.
Send me to the stars
And I'll set up home right there
Send me to orion
And I'll sing a song for you
For we both know
That the stars are safe
The stars are safe
They're the same for you and I.
A Prayer
I know you are there,
Draw me nearer,
Lord prayer after prayer,
Hold me close.
And as I worship you now,
Letting all my barriers down,
Hold me close,
Draw me near,
Show me Lord.
Show your light
Show your way
Show me how to live each day
Show me love
Show forgiveness
Show me grace
Show me what i need to do
To become more like you
Lord, show me how to change,
This I pray.
Draw me nearer,
Lord prayer after prayer,
Hold me close.
And as I worship you now,
Letting all my barriers down,
Hold me close,
Draw me near,
Show me Lord.
Show your light
Show your way
Show me how to live each day
Show me love
Show forgiveness
Show me grace
Show me what i need to do
To become more like you
Lord, show me how to change,
This I pray.
Stars; Personified
Stars; personified,
Us; Mesmirised,
Eyes captured by the life
that's busying around our cocoon.
Conversation; drifiting,
Voices; barely lifting,
Whispers of poetry dart
in and amongst thoughtful embrace.
Hearts; assertive,
Though minds are adrift,
The ocean ever-widening;
Philisophical between these two.
Hands; reaching,
Lips; teaching
Of distinct understandings,
Yet perceptions of the same.
Love; blooming,
Night; looming,
Two hearts quietly knotting,
entwining,
Beneath stars; personified.
Us; Mesmirised,
Eyes captured by the life
that's busying around our cocoon.
Conversation; drifiting,
Voices; barely lifting,
Whispers of poetry dart
in and amongst thoughtful embrace.
Hearts; assertive,
Though minds are adrift,
The ocean ever-widening;
Philisophical between these two.
Hands; reaching,
Lips; teaching
Of distinct understandings,
Yet perceptions of the same.
Love; blooming,
Night; looming,
Two hearts quietly knotting,
entwining,
Beneath stars; personified.
I shall forever maintain that when the sun is low in the sky and rain falls against it, the sight it forms is something thus:
It seems as though someone has taken the sun and melted it into the water tank, then turned on the shower and allowed each drop of water/solar infusion to become an individual beauty; existing independently of the collective pool of water or fiery burning star.
This rain is like no other. It combines two elements without the two elements ever physically touching; just co-existing in such a way that one embraces the other.
Co-existence that occurs in such a way that one element embraces another. A somewhat beautiful concept, don't you think? Should there not be more beauty in the world like this?
It seems as though someone has taken the sun and melted it into the water tank, then turned on the shower and allowed each drop of water/solar infusion to become an individual beauty; existing independently of the collective pool of water or fiery burning star.
This rain is like no other. It combines two elements without the two elements ever physically touching; just co-existing in such a way that one embraces the other.
Co-existence that occurs in such a way that one element embraces another. A somewhat beautiful concept, don't you think? Should there not be more beauty in the world like this?
l**e
Impossibly valuing someone,
Loving them through anger,
Holding their heart when they refuse your hand,
This is it.
Loving them through anger,
Holding their heart when they refuse your hand,
This is it.
Tree-Home
I'd like to be a tree again,
With strength stored in my trunk,
A wooden belly full of hope,
Rooted in an earth of "safe".
I'd like it to be Spring again,
To feel my branches bloom,
For flowers to hide the rough of my skin,
So that birds will think me homely.
I'd like for you to notice
When my leaves start turning auburn.
I'd like for you to hear them
When, silently, they tumble away.
And I'd like for you to sing to me
To wrap me in your song
To carve into me your poetry
To make my tree house a tree home.
With strength stored in my trunk,
A wooden belly full of hope,
Rooted in an earth of "safe".
I'd like it to be Spring again,
To feel my branches bloom,
For flowers to hide the rough of my skin,
So that birds will think me homely.
I'd like for you to notice
When my leaves start turning auburn.
I'd like for you to hear them
When, silently, they tumble away.
And I'd like for you to sing to me
To wrap me in your song
To carve into me your poetry
To make my tree house a tree home.
An Unknown Heart
In so many ways, I know you;
So many times I have spoken your name,
In the very short while I've known you,
I've fallen and am trusting again.
And still I catch myself pondering;
Who is this i am trusting so much?
Their beautiful heart I can't help but love,
But trust is a broken crutch.
Ordinarily, I would be wary.
I would know him as a dangerous man.
He could crush my heart in a flick of the tongue
And yet it's that which I am giving to him.
Hopeless and blind, i tip-toe;
Right into his life and i stop,
I whisper my promises to him,
And pray with all that i've got.
I don't know who has touched or felt him,
I don't know who has lived in his mind,
I'm sure all of this is forgettable,
If i am his and he could be mine...
So many times I have spoken your name,
In the very short while I've known you,
I've fallen and am trusting again.
And still I catch myself pondering;
Who is this i am trusting so much?
Their beautiful heart I can't help but love,
But trust is a broken crutch.
Ordinarily, I would be wary.
I would know him as a dangerous man.
He could crush my heart in a flick of the tongue
And yet it's that which I am giving to him.
Hopeless and blind, i tip-toe;
Right into his life and i stop,
I whisper my promises to him,
And pray with all that i've got.
I don't know who has touched or felt him,
I don't know who has lived in his mind,
I'm sure all of this is forgettable,
If i am his and he could be mine...
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