when you hear my words
when you decipher their intention
i wonder what tools you use
i wonder what you will make of me
i hope your eyes see through the same lens
i hope your soul breeds like mine
that my intentions would scare you
that my intentions, in that way, hurt me
worried that my expression are never really mine
worried that once outwardly deciphered they become inwardly lost
though our language is the same our definitions never are
though my hopes remain the same your intentions never change
Aug 15, 2011
Aug 15, 2011 at 3:01 AM UTC
when you hear my words
when you decipher their intention
i wonder what tools you use
i wonder what you will make of me
i hope your eyes see through the same lens
i hope your soul breeds like mine
that my intentions would scare you
that my intentions, in that way, hurt me
worried that my expression are never really mine
worried that once outwardly deciphered they become inwardly lost
though our language is the same our definitions never are
though my hopes remain the same your intentions never change
Written on August 15, 2011