My affection doesn't show like stripes on a Zebra It's hides it's flesh like birds with their feathers I would love to shed my black plumes for you However, if I do, I know I'll fly away from the fear Fear of getting hurt like a million times before Trust me, it weighs my heart down like pouring rain I know how much you want to see me smile Wrap my wings around you like it's the end I just can't love the way you do
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s o r r y.
I have such a hard time expressing physical affection to people. Even if they're my family. I am just not that kind of person to give hugs.
It's been storming for a while Can't you hear the window panes shaking Can't you feel the house shivering From the bitter wet cold... I think something is leaking My heart has a crack Now it's dripping onto the floor It's been storming for a while in there I feel the thunder roar The howling of the wind I can feel my heart freezing Then I feel that strike of lightning One sharp crack Breaking down the roof of my heart Pouring rain Pain... Maybe that house needed to burn down In the howling rain I can build it up again Better than before A warm place inside During any weather Even the worst storm
She dresses in black, smudging eyeliner on her soft eyes. Applying dark shades of lipstick and leave her black hair to be caressed by the ice cold wind. She wears a cold attitude and turns her kind heart to stone, all to resonate intimidation just to avoid being hurt.
Eyes ache with loads of uncried tears As my chest caves with the weight of A heart that can't live freely I just want to live I want to be alive I want to be free in this life To have one at all Because I'm so stuck right now Trapped behind my own mind And I'm grateful that it's protected me But I am safe now I don't need such high security I don't need to be on guard with everyone It's ok to be afraid and to not trust But it doesn't help if I can't open up I feel so alone Yet I maintain that same state I have people that truly care and love me But I don't let them see me My mind doesn't want to be vulnerable It thinks others will see it as a weakness And the weakest are the easiest to break I'm afraid to get hurt again I can't handle becoming another target Which is extremely ironic considering I'm the one the aiming the gun At the most genuine piece of my soul
Under the sheets of emotional armor, A shy little girl masquerades as a martyr. She’s the Queen of Deceit with her lies getting smarter, While every tale told draws her self even farther From finding out why she’s emotionally bothered By all of the men in her life: like her father Who only was trying the best for his daughter And striving to be something more than a pauper But coming up short. Who knows how much harder He’d try if she wasn’t an argument starter? The guilt and the shame from the family slaughter Has made her insane and continues to bar her From finding out just what the world has to offer.
Luckily she won’t have to be here much longer; In fairy-tale land, there's nothing can harm her.
She suddenly finds herself all alone With nobody’s thoughts to address but her own. This is the time when she’d pick up the phone, Demanding a savior to hear her bemoan About all the problems that she’s ever known, But what she doesn’t know is a friend can’t atone For the lack of a man with his patience to loan To a lost little girl whose bad temper is known. All she needs is a strong one that doesn’t condone All the treacherous lies and the hatred she’s shown. It’s hard to deny all the reaping she’s sewn. She’ll have to tread soft lest her cover is blown And everyone finds out she still hasn’t grown Through the hundreds of tempers and tantrums she’s thrown. Hopefully soon she can bury the bone And calm herself into a nostalgic zone Where smiles and candles were filling her home And love and affection were all that was loaned.
Enlightenment comes when you realize you’re prone To the wrath of the heartache that comes with the throne.