Soul - songbird

Soul - songbird

I've been slacking off. I'm sorry 'bout that.

v. 1
i wish still had control over it, or maybe it's the other way around
the other day I found that I've got nothing to show for it
every chance I had at happiness I let slip out of my hands so fast
I guess that I am glancing back for that that is...
a girl who wanna see passed this mask that cast such a shadow
whatever happened in the past has passed it doesn't matter
haven't you had enough of battles? you don't have to mask your agony
in bad theatrics & act as the character you imagined that you had to be
as for me I see past this façade of awkward smirks and distance
what will it take for you to see that god this girl is different
that maybe trust & truth came to life in the graceful guise
of a redhead with soft lips long lashes & hazel eyes
an angels eyes incarnate that could stabilize
& clear the cumulous clouded thoughts from the fateful skies of august
it didn’t turn out the way he expected, the distaste & detest
faded the second he buried his face in her neck & made him lay down his weapon..
to trust’s outta character cus to him nothing is scarier
than crushing these barriers just cus he cares for her
she may deserve something different, he has a way with words
but can’t form a sentence fitting of what he wants to say to her
ignoring the thorn in his side he feels more normal and alive
when he catches her looking at him from the corner of his eye
nothing in life reflects him the way her pupil do
if he could stay there he’d be happy, trapped in her idea of beautiful

v.2
she sleep lightly with her legs crossed and her hands
at the sides of her head, she gets them tangled in her red locks
taking the edge off her angelic demeanor leaving a serenely
sleeping girl dreaming in between the sheets of my bed lost…
in the broken realm of strindberg plays & motion films
the whimsical props & intricate plots leave her overwhelmed
I had a walk-on as a guy different from decisions poorly pondered
Borrowing monologues from the cast just to make the story longer
My soaring songbird, more of an angel than I’d imagined
Til I caught her changing, disguising her halo as a diadem
In the dark I saw an inkling of all her, divinity
Seeping through the poorly patched up kinks in her armor
I think this alarmed her so she keeps to the spotlight so we
can’t see the beauty pouring out cus she thinks it’s could harm her
I don’t care if you’re truly intact, if it’s not broken
I won’t fix it, and if something is, I’ll find beauty in that
Believe me I will, even if it’s not easy, I will
Even if no one understands it completely, I will


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