when will come the time
when my heart and soul align
and the inner torment silenced
'twas the end of emotional violence.
like a bad actor in this perfect patent
the fallacies of that theory were so blatant
crumbling sands into hands holding nothing
breaking down my sanity like a ragamuffin.
wouldn't life be simpler if we all just played?
is everyone else but me in on this masquerade?
slowly slipping back in that tumultuous sea
desperately grasping to fading bravery.
anxiety anxiously occupies my vine
deafening loud yet as quiet as a mime
is sign language the only way i can reach you?
has silence made our existence mute?
stretching out hands that no one holds
like an aged woman with the innocence of a 7 year old
pondering the mystery of a lover's mind unknown
i couldn't reach you with or without a microphone
so i moaned alone...
warm skin on the outside of a heart that is shivering
sulking sorrows sighs begin but have no ending
i know i can be much more than my mind's song
but my heart is dragging sensibility's line down.
i tripped over somebody else's lies...
yet i am waiting for that delirious feeling
a sense of good-byes past and new beginnings
an air that would sweep away all of my cries
with the power to lift my heart up to the skies
what a day that will be
when the memory of you dies...
