Harmonic strums of an old guitar
Endless interpretation nights
My Darling, My Darling, looming far
Flashbacks; reminiscent timely old sights
Darling, darling, may you sing along?
Sadly, just the the same old song
the gloomy melody heard much before
the same expression you once wore
A past buried deep underground
Trained fiercely not to make a sound
But Darling, darling, those cuts are much deeper
Than my broken wings, or your shattered mirror
So here I am, trying to kneel
Pretending as if you can’t feel
Continue lurking in our past mistakes
Darling, darling, how long will it take?
So I'll keep pretending and apprehending, my emotions that “don’t exist”
While you keep lying, I’m complying, dragging my feet in this supossable “bliss”
So please, this once, just grant me my release
Darling, darling, return me my peace
Apr 21, 2012
Apr 21, 2012 at 9:47 PM UTC