Music: Melissa Horn - Jag kan inte skilja paa
that my words are unintended games
I don't want to end up where I was
again
I don't want to end up looking at a man I've loved for years
knowing he ruined himself trying to live up to a dream I once had
that I ruined myself trying to be what I know he needs
and not me
Am I kidding myself thinking I can live so close to someone
and not disappear into myself to escape who I become around them?
Have I really become this timid, this afraid
of what I used to leap whole-heartedly into?
My actions don't speak of fear though;
I've traveled miles without really ever making decision to go
long before I told myself that maybe.. maybe this could be, you could be what I had given up looking for
I've thrown my life aside to answer your call, worried hours away hoping you will be able too survive the life you have chosen for yourself
long before the thought crossed my mind of how you affect me
I worry too much
and tell myself too much
if you are him
somehow you will see through my volleys of words
and beneath is this woman you love
and I hope someday soon
she will be able to truly walk up to you
and claim you as hers
as she whispers to you that she is yours
but not today
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2012-02-12 at 02:07
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I keep worrying that I'm making masks againthat my words are unintended games
I don't want to end up where I was
again
I don't want to end up looking at a man I've loved for years
knowing he ruined himself trying to live up to a dream I once had
that I ruined myself trying to be what I know he needs
and not me
Am I kidding myself thinking I can live so close to someone
and not disappear into myself to escape who I become around them?
Have I really become this timid, this afraid
of what I used to leap whole-heartedly into?
My actions don't speak of fear though;
I've traveled miles without really ever making decision to go
long before I told myself that maybe.. maybe this could be, you could be what I had given up looking for
I've thrown my life aside to answer your call, worried hours away hoping you will be able too survive the life you have chosen for yourself
long before the thought crossed my mind of how you affect me
I worry too much
and tell myself too much
if you are him
somehow you will see through my volleys of words
and beneath is this woman you love
and I hope someday soon
she will be able to truly walk up to you
and claim you as hers
as she whispers to you that she is yours
but not today
Poetry by SecretWords
Read 708 times
Written on 2012-02-12 at 02:07
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