Tell me something, dearest.Lean in a little closer, dear I’ll whisper secrets in your ear Can you hear that my voice is quavering? It’s lightening to think you know. And my strength of heart is waveringTell me something, dearest.
I can feel the flux; I’m shaking The words I speak are quaking And all the while you’re listening I shake my head and smile because Tears in your eyes are glistening
You said, “Maybe that’s why you’re so… you;” And then I nodded because it was true. He grasped my hand in his own Roughness; paint from his studio I laughed because I hadn’t known
rivenWhat purpose has the girl with broken skin? She has eyes you cannot read, always watching Out of green orbs, she sighs But not one physical movement is made She rejects her own skin, just as it rejects her Comfortable within herself, but not without She knows not who could truly love her As cracked as she seems to herself She does not know her quarrel But believes that someone will find one. Forgiving but not easily trusting Sure about her footing but always ready to fall For it’s not with lack of fighting That she’s become this way Others seeing her perils leriven
Lone.I’ve outgrown you, you know. Between black cups of coffee In the middle of many nights, I’ve finally turned out free. Almost like new independence. I’ve finally broken loose From all these chains and boundaries; From this god-forsaken noose. You, to me, no longer worth the effort; And me, to you, not worth a second glance You’ve become such a monster; Who would want a second chance? So now I sit and smile, And happen upon old friends To hide up all my sadness, And to cover bitter ends. What I yearn for most is silence An end for every fight.Lone.
