What will the eyes see should they end up here? What will the minds think as words pass by their ear? Shifting dunes, unstable ground Pain has stopped but what is that sound? I tried to be honest, I looked straight into your eyes I found nothing but doubt, the colors asking me why Down the drain, will I ever recover from you? Blood red, do you know, or don't you have a clue? How deaf the ears are when the mind is closed How blind the eyes are even when truth is exposed Darling, have you wondered why our love is empty as it's so Have you ever thought that maybe what we have is just for show?
Let's face it, then—I know the roads we've been Mistakes of the past, bonds of the future not seen Why does it seem like all we do is fire back Every word said, every action—something they lack We have been together, but apart, for years Whom are we sticking out for—ourselves or our fears? Who will condemn us if we choose to give up Who will pick up the pieces after the battle has stopped? Because in life, we never get what we want We never found contentment—everything is scant Because, darling, no one is stopping you as you go Maybe, the truth is that what we have is just for show
Dreams barred, senses no longer mine Freedom squashed and somehow, I'm paying the fine Of forgotten souls and misunderstood hearts Accusations are based on feelings, on minor restarts Faithful songs, quiet rumors—all pile up in our wake You wouldn't want that—but really, for whose sake? Saving your skin, being a saint—call it what it is I'm not angry, just merely repairing the bliss Of unprotected self and guards let down One misstep and in suspicion we drown So tell me now—what is it that you already know Did you consider that maybe what we have is just for show?
Fall lasts and winter takes its time Isolation ensues and perhaps being alone is a crime Feelings spent, arguments are won and over It could have been better than just mindless banter Safe and sound, will my sleep be tonight? So far, only fireflies are dying in my sight The seasons end and a new one takes its place Chances die, pain fades, all against a race Of all the truths that you refuse to believe I'll give one to you, something you can't conceive Where we are right now, we won't be able to grow Because all we have, all we are—we are just for show
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This is a very personal poem whose story I wouldn't want to share with anyone. lol. So yes, you now have this random poem about my personal life.
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