For every one in a star-crossed pair
For every Juliet with her eyes on Romeo
There’s one somber, solitary figure
That dreams of holding love close
I’ve been told that I’m a goddess
Something mentioned only yesterday
My dominion, then, must be love
Unrequited, every step of the way
Pretend like you know me
Pretend like you’re true
Pretend like you love me
And I’ll pretend that he’s you
Oh, the make-believe in every story
When love’s sight is suddenly cleared
The ones you find your head in hands
And smiling through your tears
One gets good at changing the subject
And quickly damming up the seas
When another questions and worries
As to why, at night, you bleed
Pretend like you know me
Pretend like you’re true
Pretend like you love me
And I’ll pretend that he’s you
The pain is quiet, you toss and turn
And demons plague until you can’t sleep
In the stillness is a whisper,
’Take me away to fields of wheat.’
Rejection, at length, gets cumbersome
Hill after hill on a lonely trail
While strong eyes can bear the stares
The heart, inside, is frail
So pretend you can smile
Pretend you’re not blue
Pretend that you don’t care
And I’ll pretend I love you
Feb 11, 2011
Feb 11, 2011 at 1:26 PM UTC
For every one in a star-crossed pair
For every Juliet with her eyes on Romeo
There’s one somber, solitary figure
That dreams of holding love close
I’ve been told that I’m a goddess
Something mentioned only yesterday
My dominion, then, must be love
Unrequited, every step of the way
Pretend like you know me
Pretend like you’re true
Pretend like you love me
And I’ll pretend that he’s you
Oh, the make-believe in every story
When love’s sight is suddenly cleared
The ones you find your head in hands
And smiling through your tears
One gets good at changing the subject
And quickly damming up the seas
When another questions and worries
As to why, at night, you bleed
Pretend like you know me
Pretend like you’re true
Pretend like you love me
And I’ll pretend that he’s you
The pain is quiet, you toss and turn
And demons plague until you can’t sleep
In the stillness is a whisper,
’Take me away to fields of wheat.’
Rejection, at length, gets cumbersome
Hill after hill on a lonely trail
While strong eyes can bear the stares
The heart, inside, is frail
So pretend you can smile
Pretend you’re not blue
Pretend that you don’t care
And I’ll pretend I love you
Written 3/19/2008
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