Feb 2016
I am writing because I don’t know what else to do,
I still hope for a time where the light is coming from me and not the world around me.
Promise me that someday we will be here,
In our own world,
Far from the expectations
Because a lion and lamb can be more than predator and prey,
Can’t it be love?
Can’t they kiss each other and wish them the best instead of seeing the helplessness?
Please don’t see the helplessness,
I am the only one, who can arrange the fates of my heart,
But maybe I can’t at all.
Maybe when I cry over the unknown all I really have is a bird with no voice because I don't know where I’m going or where I’ve been,
My naivety is all too real.
I know it,
But deep down I also believe that on the other side of the door,
The room,
The day,
Lies your other half and someday breathing life into each other will create so much magic that the world won’t seem so scary and harsh.
Sometimes there is an obscure feeling of life being exactly what it’s meant to,
But I’m restless,
I can’t wait for the day my life begins.
Though it has.
I want to crave this world so deep,
So fully,
So wholly that I can’t stop living for a moment,
All I really am inside is a little girl,
In a Barbie dress,
Waiting for what everyone said I would find,
But never finding it.
Because deep in a state,
In a town,
On a road,
In a house,
Through the door,
On the desk,
In the drawer is a note from someone,
To someone that they can’t bear to read,
But can’t bear to throw away either.
So maybe we are the lion and the lamb,
Too prideful,
Too scared,
Waiting for someone to get us.
Tell me,
Why is helplessness bad?
Feeling things is better than nothing.
Remembering the way that people smell,
And smile,
And laugh with their mouths too wide,
Or smoke,
Or drink,
Or hug.
Don’t hug me with your flimsy arms,
Hug me tight,
Because even though I can be a lion,
I will most always be the lamb,
And I need to be held.
I hate the way you drink,
And smoke,
And laugh.
I hate the way I spent so much time thinking that I loved you,
That it took me this long to see I never did.
So you go think in your room,
I’ll go think in mine.
I still hope for a time where the light is coming from me and not the world around me.
Promise me that someday we will be here,
In our own world,
Far from the expectations
Because a lion and lamb can be more than predator and prey,
Can’t it be love?
Can’t they kiss each other and wish them the best instead of seeing the helplessness?
Please don’t see the helplessness,
I am the only one, who can arrange the fates of my heart,
But maybe I can’t at all.
Maybe when I cry over the unknown all I really have is a bird with no voice because I don't know where I’m going or where I’ve been,
My naivety is all too real.
I know it,
But deep down I also believe that on the other side of the door,
The room,
The day,
Lies your other half and someday breathing life into each other will create so much magic that the world won’t seem so scary and harsh.
Sometimes there is an obscure feeling of life being exactly what it’s meant to,
But I’m restless,
I can’t wait for the day my life begins.
Though it has.
I want to crave this world so deep,
So fully,
So wholly that I can’t stop living for a moment,
All I really am inside is a little girl,
In a Barbie dress,
Waiting for what everyone said I would find,
But never finding it.
Because deep in a state,
In a town,
On a road,
In a house,
Through the door,
On the desk,
In the drawer is a note from someone,
To someone that they can’t bear to read,
But can’t bear to throw away either.
So maybe we are the lion and the lamb,
Too prideful,
Too scared,
Waiting for someone to get us.
Tell me,
Why is helplessness bad?
Feeling things is better than nothing.
Remembering the way that people smell,
And smile,
And laugh with their mouths too wide,
Or smoke,
Or drink,
Or hug.
Don’t hug me with your flimsy arms,
Hug me tight,
Because even though I can be a lion,
I will most always be the lamb,
And I need to be held.
I hate the way you drink,
And smoke,
And laugh.
I hate the way I spent so much time thinking that I loved you,
That it took me this long to see I never did.
So you go think in your room,
I’ll go think in mine.
