I could close my eyes and believe,
That I am someone else,
captivating, lovely, maybe even yours,
But tonight I feel myself, alone, tortured,
but on this night, it's different,
the silence is reflective,
and although I wish I were someone else,
or perhaps with someone else, somewhere else,
I can acknowledge the flaws which are reflected in the dark,
introspected a thousand times,
like a tiny mirror in my brain,
excuse me while tonight I ramble, go insane
Jun 19, 2011
Jun 19, 2011 at 9:05 PM UTC
I could close my eyes and believe,
That I am someone else,
captivating, lovely, maybe even yours,
But tonight I feel myself, alone, tortured,
but on this night, it's different,
the silence is reflective,
and although I wish I were someone else,
or perhaps with someone else, somewhere else,
I can acknowledge the flaws which are reflected in the dark,
introspected a thousand times,
like a tiny mirror in my brain,
excuse me while tonight I ramble, go insane