I don't know why I do this But I know I have to No- I know I choose to There isn't any evidence No scientific proof But we all know it exists And I choose to recognize it Though so many deny it The world isn't black and white So I don't understand why When I choose my way And you choose yours The two of us can't be on the same side Fighting to save what we have Instead of fighting what can only be a war She may say imagination is just black and white So this is the only way But can't you see In times where thought leads the way That white light and black shadow Is in fact just as colorful as the moment you awaken There is no either/or She doesn't have a reason to make you choose To make you stay To start enjoying life To start loving
There are some things about people that are impossible to forget-- the scent of hair, an arch of the back, the piercing power of eyes, a certain freckle, a crooked smile, a subtle gaze, & a voice that brings the tide in.
I am broken. Or at least that's what they've told me for years. "No one will love you". "You're pathetic". Well I say "no". I won't be labeled by black hearts. I won't be tossed around like a restless body in the dead of night. I will not listen to the blind's recollection of my image.