The News Is That You'Re Not the One
Breathing the new air, grasping a trembling news
Firming my grasp, and holding my grips
Asking anyone to trample on my shoes
As me flying my mind, and stiffening up my lips
I cannot cry, as my tears are dry
Messages are not on your mind to reply
I cannot complain because you are never mine
I now realize that this love is blind
Where are the eyes of this love?
For they are torn apart, becoming more and more rough
Soaring in sore, nothing more to explore
Aching in blister, nothing more to linger
Who do you think you are?
Killing my dream, that the one is not far
Decapitating my limb, to reach an unreachable star
My hand cannot touch you, you leave me a scar
As I watch the unknown, I try to feel unbroken
But the news has been born, tis’ my heart you have broken
I am thrown from the throne, screaming in salient silent
The news is you’re not the one, my heart feels so vacant
Who do you think you are?
Strolling around the cemetery of my demons
Who do you think you are?
Bringing back your uneasy reasons
Who do you think you are?
Incarcerating my mind throughout the seasons
Who do you think you are?
Enchanting me with unsighted visions
But now I have to be alluringly left
But now I have to respect this concept
But now I have to comply with the precept
That the news is you’re not the one, I have to accept.
Copyright © Fitra Castellanos | Year Posted 2023
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