Lost L'amour
My thoughts of you were never pure Your eyes on me then seemed my cure Your words to me assauged my soul My heart was torn, you made it whole.
I look at you; I'm never sure You said the words, they were my lure You made me smile when I felt low My heart was torn, you made it whole.
You'd smile at me, my world would rhyme You held my hand, and that's just fine I'm in your arms, I feel complete You spin me 'round, my knees grow weak.
We laugh, we joke, I'm glad you're mine And when you're gone, I feel confined When in a crowd, it's you I seek You spin me 'round, my knees grow weak.
But now you're gone, my heart won't mend I'd never known it 'twas the end My world recedes, I fade to black Because you're gone, you won't come back.
I lie here broke; I never bend It's worth my love, I don't offend It's not a life if you I lack Because you're gone, you won't come back.
Not
I'm not the girl who's face Is fit for the T.V. screens. Rather I sit on receiving ends And wish that it were me. I'm not the type to surf the crowds Looking for new flames. I rather swing beneath the trees And read about them instead. I'm not the girl with the confident stride I'd rather watch my feet. My neck grows tired when titled back I'm sorry, That's just not me. I'm not the type to integrate Myself into your clique. I just can't lie, Or cannot tell, That's for someone else, Not me. I'm not the one you'd pegged me for With my heart on my sleeve. I hide behind these bitter smiles With my eyes full of dreams. I'm not the girl with eloquence. I speak my mind freely. I babble on along with these smirks. I'm sorry, grace Does not become me. I am the type wanting whimsical scenes Of romance in my life. I turn away, Shy and abashed. I'm sorry, Self -assurance is not for me. I am the one who looks in secret A quirky smile to see It's all a lie When I present a smile Because I'm not the girl You want me to be.
Switchthe Tracks
The peace pervades in calm spring rains But I myself must fight refrain The celtic knots in stomach writhe The only way to feel alive
The storm crusades to bring me pain But then my thoughts return to rain It grows around me, trembling sounds Yet firm, my feet are to the ground
The rush of water never came Though loss is not enough to maim I sit, perched on this sunny shore And plaguing doubts haunt me no more
This black abyss cannot be tamed Yet somehow my assistance came I opened eyes to worlds so clear But lo! In color comes the fear
I find myself akin to fame Though not the actress, not the dame. The crowd stretched out before are mine Still lone I am, will I survive?
Walk I upon these grassy plains The sun, the sky, they feel my fame I am myself and someone else So simple are these moods I felt
Ballad of the Mute · Wed Oct 21, 2009 @ 03:59am · 0 Comments |