What would you say if I told you that I could
See things that could never be
If I told you what they were
Do you think you'd abandon me
Drowning in a bottle and
I reek of insecurity
Capsized in the waves
'Cause my past is an endless sea
I can feel myself drowning
I can feel my lips frowning
I can feel tears that don't
Even belong to me
I can feel myself slipping
I can feel my threads ripping
I can feel little moments
That I miss too much
I know that I shouldn't cry
Or break down over a guy
Who'll never speak to me here
In some physical place
I know damn well if I die
That well, between you and I
The benefit of the doubt
Just leaves without a trace
So Hazel, tell me
What am I doing wrong?
Is it true that I've
Been the fool all along
Is there such thing as love?
Or am I too much a dreamer
Am I trapped in petty lies
Am I too much of a scehemer?
All my tales end the same
Like the end of a game
But there's no draw, in the end
I always lose
My stories' tragedy fills
The old hymns of the hills
Too many secrets to hide
Now I'm so confused
I don't know what I want
But I won't bother tryin'
Last time I trusted my heart
It left me with a lion
Birds can fly that much is true
My wings have gone glacial
And now I'm afraid to fall
What about you, Hazel?
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Divided Unity
PoetryPoems about various topics in my life. A lot of the early ones...may be about the same thing. Indefinite runtime.
