Am I the only one
to see the darkness in your eyes,
to feel the hatred in disguise,
to hear the noise inside your head
that punctures walls and words unsaid,
to linger more each passing day,
and pick up thorns you throw away,
to bridge the gap, to fill the void,
to build the walls that were destroyed,
to find the sun within your night
and bathe you with this unseen light,
to crush your dreams and break your heart
and keep the pieces of your world
torn apart
And so I ask, am I the one
or am I just another
work undone?
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 12:48 PM UTC
Am I the only one
to see the darkness in your eyes,
to feel the hatred in disguise,
to hear the noise inside your head
that punctures walls and words unsaid,
to linger more each passing day,
and pick up thorns you throw away,
to bridge the gap, to fill the void,
to build the walls that were destroyed,
to find the sun within your night
and bathe you with this unseen light,
to crush your dreams and break your heart
and keep the pieces of your world
torn apart
And so I ask, am I the one
or am I just another
work undone?
