Filled with new light and perspective, I no longer feel the need to be so defensive as I realize that idle talk is just cheap while the refusal to achieve my goals comes at a price that is more expensive. My heart is once again open as my smile has ceased to be so pensive. Yet somehow you still deny that I have altered, still act though I tripped, stumbled, and faltered. Right as rain, I have changed; grown as tall as the redwood trees. While you have merely remained a name wistfully whispered by their leaves' lonely breeze. Unnerved and at ease, my spirit sails amongst the stars as it silently reflects on how I have travelled so far. Crossed heartbreak hotels which were the homes where I once lived. Happier now than ever before now that I am finally growing up; I am no longer just a kid. Yet somehow you still deny that I am wise beyond my years. Hold on to the notion that I am still haunted by my fears. You refuse to accept that I am blissfully blessed. You would only love me if I had remained vulnerable and undressed. Success is right around the corner now as I have started to rightfully reap what I sow. I hold on tighter to my dreams of destiny, relinquished the worst that composed the rest of me. Yet somehow you still act as if I am a pawn in your charmed game of Chess. Believe that I am weaker than the values in the west. I will rise again, as I am not a flightless bird, accept that I have learned from the endless obstacles that I have endured. Another day, another dollar, you drift away and then get smaller. Shrinking faster than you can run, I just wish I could say that it was fun. You blew it before you knew it, bit off more than you could chew. Acted like I would not make it, now it's your life that is somehow subdued. Yet somehow it is still my fault that your life stands at a hallow halt, somehow you claim I am the one, the moon, that has eclipsed yourshallow sun. I am the ruler, my kingdom is no longer weak. My sorrow has been undone, it and you are now antiques. Yet somehow, somewhere, over the rainbow, you and I may once again, find ourselves dancing cheek to cheek.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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