miXeD mEssAGes.

it was my third eye
that saw the lie and my
heart has turned cold,
too old for this

love is blind indeed
clouded by greed and what i thought
i needed.

keep listening to what they want
what's best for me, in their minds
but i wouldn't mind my privacy.

lying here alone
I, I, I moan my situation
yet i haven't moved on.

where yours ends mine begins
our worlds intertwined
but we've stopped listening
to each other now
for some time.

like mimes we exist
sending these telepathic messages
like some old cloth trying to re-stitch
but why?

i don't know how i should fly
but
i'll answer your questions
when you answer mine.