Take off your mask, now tell me how it feels.
Do you know what that is? It's called being real.
You are so engulfed that you don't inspire
with true soul, I will transpire
into the thing that you desire
and with which I will inspire.
What I know is what I feel.
What I feel is what I know.
What I know is how to feel.
How I feel is how I know
which direction we will go.
I can lie to you if it deems fit,
In order to preserve your loves niche.
Don't let my lies become your woes.
Trust what you feel, not what you know.
Heartless is a name I have been dubbed.
Alone I cry in the name of loved.
Loved by many, yet
I seize to feel...
The love I want, the one that is real:
Where stars align and hearts combine
to create a love that is all mine.
Not working it out or taking a break
in order to fix our vast mistakes.
The Right will be clear causing the fog to move North
and with the clouds I will stay
leaving us to float in the bay
with the waters of serendipity, where we willingly lay.
TO BE CONTINUED
No comments:
Post a Comment