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I only feel the rain when the love is falling.
I wonder when I'll meet
Someone who can figure out what's going on.
I put on my facade like there's no tomorrow.
I try to forget the angry scars.
I know what's going, but I'll never tell.
And all the doors have closed
The light is gone.
I can't see in front of me,
I don't know who I am.
I can't see
I can't breathe
But I know someday I shall find someone somewhere
Who will hold my hand when I feel scared.
Who knows what's really going on
Inside my puzzled brain.
Who can understand the shame and pain of just being me,
Who really knows what's going on.
The ForbiddenA tragedy is love forbidden
Stifled beneath apprehension
By fear and panic they are driven
Struggling to breathe under tension
Striving to keep love alive
Barely seeing, they dream and sigh.
The shadows all around
The impending darkness
Gathers like a crowd
Around the two, round each other clasped
Their forbidden love seemed out of grasp
The storm that's coming can break the bonds of love
Their forbidden love -
Sweet, yet bitter
Lovely, yet dark
Fulfilling, but empty
Their forbidden love
Though pure and righteous
Still may not withstand
The flood, though they yearn fiercely for this love.
Anchored
Anchored to you I am.
Anchored to you I will always be.
Anchored to you is how I live,
Anchored in perfect harmony.
Fairy tale love is overrated.
That's okay, I never tried to decide.
This love we have, it'll never be outdated.
Because this anchor of us will hold.
I love being anchored to you,
Because you are strong,
You have a will.
And I am as flighty as the wind.
My life revolves around this anchor;
It's my source of life.
You mean more than the sky to me,
For you are my every breath.
And though I may drown in this never-ending ocean,
I know that I am safe.
For while the waves around us may crash,
I am anchored to you,
Anchored to the love of my life.
The Darkest Side
The night, alas, draws nigh
Outside, the trees softly sigh,
For the heavy wind bends them to the ground.
And I lie, inside, my mind in chains.
The qualms I have are many;
The fears I have control me.
They antagonize me day and night.
And I am much too weak to fight.
Spring has melted into summer's heat;
Summer has solidified into fall,
And now, fall is slowly turning,
Ushering us into winter's frozen hall.
The cold of winter, like the heart of him who betrayed me.
The fear of summer, when he will return,
Prepared to reclaim me.
He is like an evil tide, returning yet and again.
I hide, I shrink in fear, I cower
In anticipation of the day of his approaching.
I wait, I wish for his redemption,
But I know that I may as well
Blow kisses into the wind.
This one I speak of,
A dark and bitter side,
Hidden within the hearts of many
For from themselves they cannot hide.
Yet, perchance, the tide may turn.
Though perhaps in a million years.
This hidden man may recompense
For the fear he has instilled.
And turn the tide, and change my fate,
And become my other half.
Time's Lonely Rhythm
Oh, how time, ever does slowly progress!
Loping, never wavering, through the void of space,
And we, as lonely beings do forever acquiesce
The things that we cannot efface.
Take, for instance, the glorious sun -
How it slowly climbs the Everest peak,
Crests the top and hangs, suspended in the sky,
Until slowly, it inches its way back down to earth,
Glissades into the foothills, slips into the depths,
Until it is only to be found somewhere on the other side of the world.
Time is like the sun,
Slowly creeping onward,
Slipping away, yet quickly approaching,
Bounding towards infinity.
Time is inexplicable in its complex self.
For though we try, we may never fathom,
Its power over humankind,
As it slowly beats out its lonely rhythm.
Love's Dangerous LedgeLove as deep as a bottomless chasm -
Beware of where you tread.
Love as dark as an underground cavern -
Some things are better left unsaid.
Beware of what you let them know,
Of what you let them hear.
For though it is said in innocence,
Someday they will make you fear.
If you tread near the edge,
You are certain to fall,
Your 'lover' will make sure of it.
For though you may laugh,
Their motive is sinister,
Your heart will be split in half.
For they are unafraid of what you ever may think,
And that, dear friend, is the most dangerous thing,
When, of Love's ledge, you stand on the brink.
The Gathering Storm
Black clouds, scudding across the bright sky -
A sign of the gathering storm.
The crease of your brow and the dampness of your eyes -
A sign of the gathering storm.
The quivering lips as you utter your latest lie -
I'm fine,
You say, all too fine.
Yet, no, we can see all too deep
We can see all of the way down.
We know of the pain which makes you weep,
And of the qualms which make you quiver.
They are all too apparent in the wistful way that you blink those lovely eyes.
The way that you keep to yourself,
The way that bright lemon drops, oh so bitter,
Gather in your blue eyes, and make them the sea foam green
Of ocean water right after a storm.
The Gathering Storm, oh how it is so apparent,
That while you're fighting the fears,
You're fighting Yourself.
Drive Me Wild
I nearly drive myself wild sometimes.
I overanalyze, I overrationalize,
I simply think too much.
I'm not perfect;
I make so many mistakes.
When I need to think, consider,
I don't.
I blurt things out too often,
Things that I would never say,
If I had stopped to think.
But you overlook all of that.
From my first glance,
You drove me wild.
The way you smile,
The way that you reassure me that everything is okay.
The way that you care so deeply about everything that bothers me.
the way that you listen when I feel as if no one else cares enough to.
The way that I can always count on your love, despite any circumstances.
When you smile at me, your dimples creasing in your cheeks,
I know that everything that I've ever said or done will never make you stop loving me.
You love me for who I am, not for what I've been.
You love me because I am beautiful.
Your love has taken me from the lowest of the low,
And placed me upon the highest mountain.
Your love has taken my broken wings,
And taught me how to soar again.
You have taught me that however irrational and uncalled for I can be,
You'll still love me.
And you drive me wild.
What I Used to Think Was the Meaning of Love
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