he is limited
by what he cannot feel
he knows with ev'ry strand of his being
he is horribly flawed
he is alone
not quite deathly alone
but the silence kills him
just the same
he puts me away
It's a prison.
and behind the glares
I am the sole inmate.
he is the bird
I am the sky
but when he flies
what do you see?
we have the same interests,
but cannot be friends.
we have the same friends,
but he is their interest.
he lacks humility
he lacks a heart
he has no depth at all
but he goes so far.
People like him,
they don't like me...
Am I Jealous?
Heavens, no!
I just wish he was actually me.
I would tear him apart
rip him seam to seam
but then I would hurt him
and I want to keep this "me" pristine.
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 1:34 AM UTC
he is limited
by what he cannot feel
he knows with ev'ry strand of his being
he is horribly flawed
he is alone
not quite deathly alone
but the silence kills him
just the same
he puts me away
It's a prison.
and behind the glares
I am the sole inmate.
he is the bird
I am the sky
but when he flies
what do you see?
we have the same interests,
but cannot be friends.
we have the same friends,
but he is their interest.
he lacks humility
he lacks a heart
he has no depth at all
but he goes so far.
People like him,
they don't like me...
Am I Jealous?
Heavens, no!
I just wish he was actually me.
I would tear him apart
rip him seam to seam
but then I would hurt him
and I want to keep this "me" pristine.
One line four of stanza one, I originally wrote "cadaverously" in the stead of horribly. I realized that a longer word there would make it less readable.