When you saw me
With those blue eyes,
My sadness crept.
How can you see
Through your own lies,
Where others wept?
Stop! I won't think;
Not of our past,
Not our present.
I will not sink,
Not now, I'll last
And be pleasant.
You broke my heart,
I broke your hand;
It's a fair trade.
You tear me apart;
I hide in sand,
Waiting to fade.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 7:40 AM UTC
When you saw me
With those blue eyes,
My sadness crept.
How can you see
Through your own lies,
Where others wept?
Stop! I won't think;
Not of our past,
Not our present.
I will not sink,
Not now, I'll last
And be pleasant.
You broke my heart,
I broke your hand;
It's a fair trade.
You tear me apart;
I hide in sand,
Waiting to fade.