The Way

The way I look at you

and no one else but you

as if everything else

doesn’t make sense,

and try to pretend

that my life is the same.

The way I stare deeply into your eyes

as if my soul could merge with yours

by only one look,

by only one blink.

I lose myself everytime I gaze into your eyes.

I was dreaming that one day

you would stare at me that way.

not anymore

i wanted you bad

i liked you so much

but it's not like that

not anymore

not in that way

not as before

something's changed

is not like that

please don't blame me

for trying too hard

not to kiss you

not to think about you

not to ever like you

please don't blame me

is just too hard

to put a limit

on my mind

on my body

and on my soul

if you want me

is not like that

that's a mess

i don't like that

that's the way it goes

and it's a fact

don't trust in me

just trust my acts

just that

remember remember

never forget

that all of your life

has been a test

Sometimes

sometimes I'm just nervous
sometimes I just cry
sometimes I want you
and sometimes I lie
but maybe there is something
that I can not say
I don't want to love you
not everyday
not like this
not at all

Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

Edgar Allan Poe

Regret

Regret

I deny it, I deny it. It won’t be true if I don’t say it loud. Here am I standing in the crowd, in my disguise. Silently, I am watching myself act. Sometimes I forget about it, and even about myself. Is this pain to be redeemed someday? Shall I rise from my pain? This social life, patterns, ways of living make me feel unwilling. They make me feel shallow and lost. Lost? Yeah, lost. Which road should I choose? Oh god, rip my soul out of my body and tear it into one hundred pieces!

 

bynobluesky.