My internal world does not match the exterior
I open my eyes and the flourishing trees
Are bare and shivering
Your face has grown old, years of pain,
Yet I did not see it change.
Your prickly chin now rest above my head
Now hung in dispare, trying to disconnect the past;
My present
The pain you bring is the pain I create
The tides don't pull when I'm not by the sea
The rain doesn't fall when I can't feel the tears of the sky
The wind doesn't sing when I don't feel the rush
The sun doesn't shine when I'm locked in the dark
And my heart doesn't best when it does not belong to you.
Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
My internal world does not match the exterior
I open my eyes and the flourishing trees
Are bare and shivering
Your face has grown old, years of pain,
Yet I did not see it change.
Your prickly chin now rest above my head
Now hung in dispare, trying to disconnect the past;
My present
The pain you bring is the pain I create
The tides don't pull when I'm not by the sea
The rain doesn't fall when I can't feel the tears of the sky
The wind doesn't sing when I don't feel the rush
The sun doesn't shine when I'm locked in the dark
And my heart doesn't best when it does not belong to you.
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