The Hurt Within
01-01-2007, 06:29 AM
I'm Bleeding Heartache (And You're the Mistake)
I'm bleeding heartache
like I'm the mistake
she says I am
Is she blaming me
for what she did?
I don't understand
how can she yell at me
when she deserves it
She's the worst thing
that ever happened to me
yet she still brings
me falling to my knees
every thought of her
makes it harder to breathe
and she's never far from my thoughts
Sailing in Caravelles
Pound by pound
this feint rain is worth its weight in gold.
For nothing decieves a sunset more
than a feigned silver-lining.
Windowsills doused with droughts
become places of rest.
As if a rose in a deluge,
is a flower dipped in dew to others.
Theres something ground-breaking
in watching rain fall,
when its you they're all aiming for.
So be the first,
or the last,
to stare a mass metaphoric murderer
in the face.
I, however, remain
open eyed, as a mark or respect.
As if to say; "I see where you're coming from."
But I said in reply; "I can't see for the rain,
pouring through my shattered window panes."
For I am the last to see,
this is the second storm of the century.
I'm bleeding heartache
like I'm the mistake
she says I am
Is she blaming me
for what she did?
I don't understand
how can she yell at me
when she deserves it
She's the worst thing
that ever happened to me
yet she still brings
me falling to my knees
every thought of her
makes it harder to breathe
and she's never far from my thoughts
Sailing in Caravelles
Pound by pound
this feint rain is worth its weight in gold.
For nothing decieves a sunset more
than a feigned silver-lining.
Windowsills doused with droughts
become places of rest.
As if a rose in a deluge,
is a flower dipped in dew to others.
Theres something ground-breaking
in watching rain fall,
when its you they're all aiming for.
So be the first,
or the last,
to stare a mass metaphoric murderer
in the face.
I, however, remain
open eyed, as a mark or respect.
As if to say; "I see where you're coming from."
But I said in reply; "I can't see for the rain,
pouring through my shattered window panes."
For I am the last to see,
this is the second storm of the century.