Dissapointed in me
for believing
Thought i wasn't naive
However,
the truth remainining
the hopeless dreamer
forever at heart
no matter how much
i restart
You say you love me,
but you only loved the "pretty" parts of my painting
Now, when I start to feel safe
Im unraveling
My colors bleed across your frame
stuck in his gaze
but, he sees
and runs away
Not a love,
he can maintain.
Words repeating,
in my brain.
Caused a bit of pain,
but its not all doomsday
Cause im starting to see clear
of what was really happening here.
Nobody is the villain
I just believed when he said the word love
and now im tangled up in pool of wants
and just want to be free again.
My colors,
stuck in frame.
but he wanted to obliterate
all because of my emotions that day
the portrait we were painting
all i see now is my strokes
where did he go?
In my shadows,
treasures I find.
There is gold to mine.
Just like without darkness,
there is no light.
In our lovers
a sacred mirror is beheld
and it shows you parts of yourself
that youve rejected and pushed down to hell.
But we must see
what we dont want to accept in us
and in another
before we can truly uncover
the jewels waiting to be discovered.
men throwing out words like love when they havent a clue of what love even is. stupid of me, to believe.
