This ailing heart...
Not now, not now.
are quick to catch and slow to heal
I feel myself catching one as we speak.
And no matter how I run
how hard, how far
nor how desperately these tears fall
nor how much I long to return
to the days when I was free;
I know that my heart is ailing
and that innocence is never coming back.
Sometimes I feel
that I can never be the same
as that person I once hoped I might become.
And no matter how I try
how much, how hard
nor how bitterly these tears fall
nor how greatly I truly care
about where my life is heading;
I know that my heart is ailing
and my innocence is failing
and there is no turning back. Not now.
Always I remember
the subtle turning of the doorknob
the swinging open of that forbidden door...
And no matter how I fight
how hard, how long
nor how pleadingly these tears fall
nor how stubbornly I resist
the spirit that pushes me out that door;
I know my heart is ailing
and my innocence is failing
as out the door I'm sailing
and...do I even want to turn back?
...Not now.
Words by PoeticProcrastination
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Written on 2006-07-11 at 05:53
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Not now, not now.
These Falling Tears
Ailments of the heartare quick to catch and slow to heal
I feel myself catching one as we speak.
And no matter how I run
how hard, how far
nor how desperately these tears fall
nor how much I long to return
to the days when I was free;
I know that my heart is ailing
and that innocence is never coming back.
Sometimes I feel
that I can never be the same
as that person I once hoped I might become.
And no matter how I try
how much, how hard
nor how bitterly these tears fall
nor how greatly I truly care
about where my life is heading;
I know that my heart is ailing
and my innocence is failing
and there is no turning back. Not now.
Always I remember
the subtle turning of the doorknob
the swinging open of that forbidden door...
And no matter how I fight
how hard, how long
nor how pleadingly these tears fall
nor how stubbornly I resist
the spirit that pushes me out that door;
I know my heart is ailing
and my innocence is failing
as out the door I'm sailing
and...do I even want to turn back?
...Not now.
Words by PoeticProcrastination
Read 870 times
Written on 2006-07-11 at 05:53
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