if I cry, will you stay?
will you listen?
won't you love me?
show me brighter days.
is that wrong?
or selfish of me?
I'm longing to be heard
not felt
so please don't touch me
but listen to my words
hear them curve
oh so lovely
painting tiny portraits
in your mind
of my sorrow
tonight I need the sun
but I'm with the moon
until tomorrow
I like the moon too
I watch it bring the tide in
right in, ride in
but without the sun
theres no horizon
and oh so weary
my heart grows
from my life and my sin
don't wanna be sad
or bad, anymore
"uniquely different"
"life's a curse"
it's all such a bore
watching from a distance
artists hate life
we're depressed, were a mess
watch the pen bleed
and I really write
my ryhmes so don't
say shit to me.
leaving scars on my paper
journal suffocating
for some more
poets hate life
we're so dark
what a bore
tasting tiny truths
roll off the tip
of my tongue
"put into perspective,
through your talents
the battles already won"
im with the moon tonight
the stars are all aligned
everything is fine
yet I really miss the sun.
©riversong
R