You are weary, I think
Of endless puzzles and games
And short romantic flames
You have grown disenchanted
With everything
Every stupid girl and foolish fling
You are bored
Of things built upon passing waves
Of all these conformists, these slaves
You have grown spiteful
Against people whining and nagging
And keeping secrets and bragging
And you are exasperated, maybe,
With all your toys breaking
As soon as you take them out of their boxes
It may be you are sick
Of instability and castles of crumbling sand
Of things reeling and getting out of hand
You have grown impatient
With cheaters and capricious ******
Who claim they are forever yours
You are tired, perhaps
Of feeling alone
And things aching through no fault of your own
I may not be
The sturdiest thing you've ever laid eyes on
I am little, and frail
And weak and pale
And I stumble when it's windy out
But I know, without a doubt
That for you I will be strong
That I will never do you wrong
I'll keep you from going off the brink
Because you are weary, I think
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
You are weary, I think
Of endless puzzles and games
And short romantic flames
You have grown disenchanted
With everything
Every stupid girl and foolish fling
You are bored
Of things built upon passing waves
Of all these conformists, these slaves
You have grown spiteful
Against people whining and nagging
And keeping secrets and bragging
And you are exasperated, maybe,
With all your toys breaking
As soon as you take them out of their boxes
It may be you are sick
Of instability and castles of crumbling sand
Of things reeling and getting out of hand
You have grown impatient
With cheaters and capricious ******
Who claim they are forever yours
You are tired, perhaps
Of feeling alone
And things aching through no fault of your own
I may not be
The sturdiest thing you've ever laid eyes on
I am little, and frail
And weak and pale
And I stumble when it's windy out
But I know, without a doubt
That for you I will be strong
That I will never do you wrong
I'll keep you from going off the brink
Because you are weary, I think
