When I was young, I loved.
How naive.
Now that I know, you shoved
tricks up your sleeve,
it's me who will leave.
Yes, I will leave.
Blank stares with your wide black eyes.
Going nowhere in disguise.
Don't talk to me,
I won't talk back.
Don't talk.
I can't take it.
When your arms stretched to hold me tight,
they were strong.
Now your branches for your limbs
have done me wrong.
But I, despite all the fears you have caused,
will climb past your thorns
to say I've won.
Jan 25, 2012
Jan 25, 2012 at 10:58 PM UTC
When I was young, I loved.
How naive.
Now that I know, you shoved
tricks up your sleeve,
it's me who will leave.
Yes, I will leave.
Blank stares with your wide black eyes.
Going nowhere in disguise.
Don't talk to me,
I won't talk back.
Don't talk.
I can't take it.
When your arms stretched to hold me tight,
they were strong.
Now your branches for your limbs
have done me wrong.
But I, despite all the fears you have caused,
will climb past your thorns
to say I've won.
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