My thoughts
sometimes sound like they are being screamed out loud
more than words
more like a photograph
open to perception
and being exposed
That is only in my head
You can't read my mind
Not completely, no, not yet
Maybe just a little
I'm scared we will be too much
and I remind myself that this is only the beginning
The storm will calm
as soon as we are exposed
just please help me breathe a little
even die a little
turn down the lights
make my room feel and fill red
in a dark room hold me tight
make sure I am not over exposed
then bring me back to life
because I've been holding back for some time now
hiding my heart
you say you want to hold off giving your heart
for someone that deserves it
so don't wear your heart on your sleeve
Don't let us fall so easily
don't let me fight it off
I can see myself sneakily putting up walls
already
simply because I am afraid
to tell
to tell my story
and be exposed
no I know you won't run away with my stories nor my world
but rather the fear sets in that I will be exposed
and not on my own accord
and all my bad sides will show
like an over exposed photograph
just leave me as a negative instead
under the pretty face, lies so much more
lies, evil
lies so much more
So I've learned to believe
so I've conditioned myself to think
I'm usually the villain
truth be told maybe I am simply under exposed.
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