I'm sorry for squeezing you
between my feelings and thoughts
Between my doubts and my love
I'll let go of you
Please, forgive me
for wanting to know who I am
For I feel like I'm the only one
who still believes in the magic of the spring
I'm the only one
between all those birds without a voice
All those mirrors that refuse to show me my reflection
The snow is sucking me up and spewing me out
I'm worn by the trees
that are now so nude
I was a leave
hanging on one of their branches
Just like you
But you've fallen off
You've forgotten about the dream
of becoming a flower
But I... I'm still hanging over here
Waiting for the sun to come out
Waiting for you to understand
that it's not a sin to not be like you
The snow on the ground doesn't want me
I'm not ripe, not heavy enough to fall
You and your beautiful faces
Refusing to look at me
I'm sorry
But not for not being like you
I'm sorry that I've waited
for so long
But I can't let go of my branche
I can't be what you want me to be
Maybe I'm the ignorant one
but at least I know what I am not
and what I will not be in my dreams
You
Maybe I'm the ignorant one
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- Lid geworden op: 22-09-2010 13:59