You wouldn't believe me if I told you I was difficult.
I'm not everything someone builds me up to me.
I give you just a hint. Just a taste of what's good.
I'm difficult.
I argue for what I believe in.
I guess I argue a lot because I'm motivated for change.
I'm sensitive and sometimes I'm so terribly emotional.
Do you want me?
I'm quite modest and timid, yet outgoing and smiling.
Can you tell me how is that possible?
I can fly.
I can fall.
I'm never the same.
I'm trying to accept it's human.
I just lose myself.
I pick myself off the ground.
then I'm back again.
I feel all alone.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Friday, February 5, 2010
Thursday, February 4, 2010
I wish you told me, that every time my world is crashing down
I push you away.
I'm selfish,
too much to handle.
If I'm not everything you dreamed,
Would you still want me?
You still love me,
yet I haven't been that girl.
Maybe it's time for me to figure out what went wrong.
Perhaps we just need space.
Every time I'm on a wave,
or a bumpy road
I push you away
because I can't handle my own.
I'm selfish,
too much to handle.
I still wish you told me.
I was too blind to see, completely wrapped up in myself.
I think I knew a bit.
But, being selfish got the best of me.
and broke your heart into pieces,
every time you had to step back.
Take a step back. And another.
This is what I make you do.
Forgive me.
I push you away.
I'm selfish,
too much to handle.
If I'm not everything you dreamed,
Would you still want me?
You still love me,
yet I haven't been that girl.
Maybe it's time for me to figure out what went wrong.
Perhaps we just need space.
Every time I'm on a wave,
or a bumpy road
I push you away
because I can't handle my own.
I'm selfish,
too much to handle.
I still wish you told me.
I was too blind to see, completely wrapped up in myself.
I think I knew a bit.
But, being selfish got the best of me.
and broke your heart into pieces,
every time you had to step back.
Take a step back. And another.
This is what I make you do.
Forgive me.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Simply Everything
This is the second piece I did for what gives you the blues.
I couldn't decide on which piece (the one below this) would be most appropriate.
Here's the final piece.
The comfort of being held
Lying in the eternal rays of the sunshine on the grass together
Lying beside your cool bare skin, I embrace you as part of me.
Is it the shirt that I slept in that reminds me of you?
I breathe it in. I’m breathing you in.
Is it your ability to play a love song for me?
Fingertips delicately moving across the keys
Soft clatter of rain on the window pane.
The rush of a rainstorm reminds me
Of the adrenaline of love I hold for you.
As I listen to the thunder crashing down,
It's better when you’re here.
The sky is crying.
Is it the way you hold me?
Stroking my hair softly
And whispering the longing I love you.
Was it the final steps that you took as you left?
I counted them one by one.
Each step away from me was a dagger to my heart.
Your breathtaking presence has faded away.
Is it because you let go, and I still hold on?
What can I do? Everything simply reminds me of you.
I can hear the fragility in my voice.
I miss …you.
I couldn't decide on which piece (the one below this) would be most appropriate.
Here's the final piece.
The comfort of being held
Lying in the eternal rays of the sunshine on the grass together
Lying beside your cool bare skin, I embrace you as part of me.
Is it the shirt that I slept in that reminds me of you?
I breathe it in. I’m breathing you in.
Is it your ability to play a love song for me?
Fingertips delicately moving across the keys
Soft clatter of rain on the window pane.
The rush of a rainstorm reminds me
Of the adrenaline of love I hold for you.
As I listen to the thunder crashing down,
It's better when you’re here.
The sky is crying.
Is it the way you hold me?
Stroking my hair softly
And whispering the longing I love you.
Was it the final steps that you took as you left?
I counted them one by one.
Each step away from me was a dagger to my heart.
Your breathtaking presence has faded away.
Is it because you let go, and I still hold on?
What can I do? Everything simply reminds me of you.
I can hear the fragility in my voice.
I miss …you.
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