It Was You

I want to dip my hands in the sky and watch the stars fall down and cry
I want to walk out into the ocean and lay my troublesome head down into the murky depths

There are hidden meanings in the words I speak A hidden sadness in every look i convey towards you but you don't see behind your wall of smoke and mirrors it's just to much for you to comprehend I love you but I'm falling apart behind all the closed doors you don't see when your away from me.

I need to run to the farthest city out of reach take my hand and follow me
I need a new scenery to change this broken reverie 

Leaving behind the wasted years all spent on my knees gasping for the air I try so hard to breathe.And even when I've hit the floor I still see my weeping dreams shatter across the screen of this empty cinema inside my head.

I want to pull you in but taking you down with me is not a option
I'll never leave even when you scream and show me towards the door 
because now I love you and I need so much more

I have to grab the hand your reaching out towards me but in order to stand by you I would need to walk across a million miles of broken glass
I have to break crashing through the surface of this drowning sea I have been under so long born again and the only one that could have ever saved me was you.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Tacito Avatar
June 2, 2013 at 6:50 PM
Huge respect for this piece. It's not easy to take care of another when you're struggling. If the blind can't see one's hands reaching out, then that one must accept that they cannot make the blind walk. I know the strong feelings behind this piece all too well. Excellent work!
Anderson Avatar
June 2, 2013 at 8:17 PM
Thank you:)
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