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Torn in two by what is said and what isn't
said enough
ripped apart by all the things I thought
but couldn't say
Silenced by fears
Bruised from the years of false love
How can I trust a broken and weak heart?
How can I learn to love you for who you are?
I have never felt this passion.
I have never felt this zest for another person.
How can this be, so soon, too soon
I'm not ready I forgot my breath when I jumped in to the deep end.
I'm drowning, I'm dying, but how can I feel so alive?
I wake up and I'm crying, but how do I feel so excited?
I hear your voice and I melt, Butterflies and Bumblebees
The fluttering sting of love has gotten me beat.
"The butterfly and the Bee"
The sting of old wounds reopening within
The flutter of feeling letting me fly.
I fly broken in bits.
I fly, I fall, I break again.
I love I live I die a little inside
Who am I?
Am I the Bee? The Angry Wasp, bitter with rage?
The one who people hate and want to kill upon hearing of its home.
Or am I the Butterfly, Naive, fluttering by for a single day.
Only here to play and piddle in the lives of others?
 Deviously-Deranged · Fri Apr 10, 2009 @ 10:37pm · 0 Comments |
