Mixed Feelings
What causes me grief
Is also what gives me relief...
A bog of tears is what makes me think
It has all disappeared,
My glasses fog because of the mist.
This thing is what causes my woe
Yet it has some truth
That makes me feel so happy...
It does not seem to understand me,
I try to tell what''s bottled up inside
And try to put it under a spell,
Even if I do, I'll go through
Such inner pain again & again.
For without it or the other way,
My soul won't live happily
Or won''t be able to change...
My days will always have colours,
For grey shall be in the night,
Because that is when my thoughts of thou take flight...
Oh it is my hate and love,
It is my grief and happiness,
It is both worthful and worthless...
I can never decide
Because the pain will always reside.
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