I am silent You thought Short of words I can coin New ones If dictionaries Fail to offer Appropriate ones Scholars would Write their theses Finding the origin All would Come to One conclusion The author Of their legitimacy Wished to spare Someone
I always felt that i was rare my name was written for a beautiful fate ahead i believed and I cared but maybe I was just a spare it is evident as of late or it was like this forever my eyeglasses weren't clear so now that i see as I compare me and her and them, it feels so obvious but there was nothing I could have done different, so I was blissfully unaware I don't have another pair and there is nothing to repair it is a line to follow ahead where life is not fair.
Where do you go when my presence is not there? The absence of my gaze Who's eyes get captured in a stare? While you mouth the word "always" What do you clutch when you're scared? My hand too far away Wonder how well you'll fare On your own when skies turn grey Does someone gently stroke your hair? Are you genuinely okay? Is it difficult to breathe air? Body caught in a craze When we are apart are you even aware? That next to I no longer lay? Am I nothing more than spare? Part to use then throw away For who do you pretend to care? With constructed words you say Many times you have said "I swear" Unsaid it the very next day Please answer the question "where?" Where does your heart wander when it strays?
You saw them suffering everyday as you passed by So somedays you threw money in their little tin can But their pain lies far beneath the surface Homelessness is an illness that costs more than pocket change to cure Starvation and injustice can't be paid with a full tin can Their lifestyles cant be changed with ten thousand cans of change
Spare me of the self-hatred tonight Spare me of the pain until sunlight. Spare me of the sad dreams I deserve at least one please. Spare me of the desires and wishes No-one ever knows what their future is. Spare me of the cruelty and sour taste I am tired of every spike of pain my hand creates. Spare me of this disaster Spare me yet I have no master. Who the **** in this world will spare me of the truth? I keep on bitting from life's poisonous fruit. Who'd spare me of the true face of earth? Who'll love the unlovable? We're afraid of the truth Yet we're unpredictable. Who'll spare us all from the war? If we're all our own murderers at the core? Spare me I'm already dying Why should we find the truth if we're all lying?
I think i'm dying and living the best time of my life at the same time