Duck
07-13-2005, 03:36 AM
What do you get when you get my loneliness, creativity, and restlessness and put it in a blender? Why you get this lil' drink:
Weeping Words from a Blank Doorstep
If you will, take my hand as I reminisce
Take my hand; accept the offer you refused before
I wish this could be peaceful, loving, and nice
A pleasant nostalgic vacation of good times and joyful songs
Because of you this memory lane is cobblestone; hard, bumpy, and rough
The only sounds remembered, my sad and pitiful cries for salvation
Agony filled screams reaching out for a loving ear that did not exist
Wanting someone to rescue me from the horrors I find within me
I left myself to your mercy and you sentenced me to solitary
I just wanted you to trust me, even for just a moment
I was always a dim reflection in the back of your mind
Seen by your eyes and by your brain but never how I wished to be seen
Never how I looked at you; never looked at by your heart
Not even a glance
Sometimes I wonder if it is even exists
Never have I felt your warmth, never did I see your blood
I know it only in legend, a myth, a thin fog I can only dream of
Sometimes I hope that it does
That maybe there is a chance that I can still be discovered
Pulled in from the horrible storm and cold that surrounds me
But hope is just another word for desperation
And as the cloud breaks for that single drop of rain
And it rolls slowly down my cheek
All I can think is a small phrase, words known well: what if?
The words of remorse, that twist up your insides and rip you apart
The pain I feel now is so strong and unreal, no surreal
How can you feel when the action you regret was not even your own?
Plagued by another's choice I am swept away by the raging winds....
Weeping Words from a Blank Doorstep
If you will, take my hand as I reminisce
Take my hand; accept the offer you refused before
I wish this could be peaceful, loving, and nice
A pleasant nostalgic vacation of good times and joyful songs
Because of you this memory lane is cobblestone; hard, bumpy, and rough
The only sounds remembered, my sad and pitiful cries for salvation
Agony filled screams reaching out for a loving ear that did not exist
Wanting someone to rescue me from the horrors I find within me
I left myself to your mercy and you sentenced me to solitary
I just wanted you to trust me, even for just a moment
I was always a dim reflection in the back of your mind
Seen by your eyes and by your brain but never how I wished to be seen
Never how I looked at you; never looked at by your heart
Not even a glance
Sometimes I wonder if it is even exists
Never have I felt your warmth, never did I see your blood
I know it only in legend, a myth, a thin fog I can only dream of
Sometimes I hope that it does
That maybe there is a chance that I can still be discovered
Pulled in from the horrible storm and cold that surrounds me
But hope is just another word for desperation
And as the cloud breaks for that single drop of rain
And it rolls slowly down my cheek
All I can think is a small phrase, words known well: what if?
The words of remorse, that twist up your insides and rip you apart
The pain I feel now is so strong and unreal, no surreal
How can you feel when the action you regret was not even your own?
Plagued by another's choice I am swept away by the raging winds....