I’ve got something to say
But it’s best to keep it away
Pretending to be made of concrete
But anda caused the cracks to show
Now I can’t hide them anymore
And I need anda to feel how I feel
I’m tiptoeing around the subject
‘Cause I’m too afraid to be rejected
And anda don’t see
What it’s like for me
Wanted this for so long
And now I can’t have it
And anda don’t know
How it’s to feel so small
I’ve waited for so long
But I still can’t have it
I’ve got something on my mind
But it’s best to keep it inside
Pretending my eyes aren’t shedding tears
But anda caused the tears to flow
You’ve seen the depths of my soul
And I need anda to feel how I feel
anda peel away all my layers
But anda still won’t answer my prayers
And anda don’t see
What it’s like for me
Wanted this for so long
And now I can’t have it
And anda don’t know
How it’s to feel so small
I’ve waited for so long
But I still can’t have it
I’m standing right outside the shadows
But I feel it lurking at me
Trying to pull me back in
Trying to put me down again
I’m standing right inside your eyesight
But anda don’t notice me
I’m trying not to make a move
Afraid anda would shake me loose
I know the odds are against me
But I need anda to come and save me
And anda don’t see
What it’s like for me
Wanted this for so long
And now I can’t have it
And anda don’t know
How it’s to feel so small
I’ve waited for so long
But I still can’t have it
And anda don’t see
What it’s like for me
Wanted this for so long
And now I can’t have it
And anda don’t know
How it’s to feel so small
I’ve waited for so long
But I still can’t have it
But it’s best to keep it away
Pretending to be made of concrete
But anda caused the cracks to show
Now I can’t hide them anymore
And I need anda to feel how I feel
I’m tiptoeing around the subject
‘Cause I’m too afraid to be rejected
And anda don’t see
What it’s like for me
Wanted this for so long
And now I can’t have it
And anda don’t know
How it’s to feel so small
I’ve waited for so long
But I still can’t have it
I’ve got something on my mind
But it’s best to keep it inside
Pretending my eyes aren’t shedding tears
But anda caused the tears to flow
You’ve seen the depths of my soul
And I need anda to feel how I feel
anda peel away all my layers
But anda still won’t answer my prayers
And anda don’t see
What it’s like for me
Wanted this for so long
And now I can’t have it
And anda don’t know
How it’s to feel so small
I’ve waited for so long
But I still can’t have it
I’m standing right outside the shadows
But I feel it lurking at me
Trying to pull me back in
Trying to put me down again
I’m standing right inside your eyesight
But anda don’t notice me
I’m trying not to make a move
Afraid anda would shake me loose
I know the odds are against me
But I need anda to come and save me
And anda don’t see
What it’s like for me
Wanted this for so long
And now I can’t have it
And anda don’t know
How it’s to feel so small
I’ve waited for so long
But I still can’t have it
And anda don’t see
What it’s like for me
Wanted this for so long
And now I can’t have it
And anda don’t know
How it’s to feel so small
I’ve waited for so long
But I still can’t have it
I wrote this poem, its not very gd, but i wanted some criticism, so i figured...well, here goes
Skeletal Kiss
Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.
Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired sejak sightless eye.
Words tainted, sejak the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.
Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.
Cinta comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.
Ok, be honest, What do anda guys think?
Skeletal Kiss
Kisses from a skeleton.
A hand that cannot touch.
A nose that can't pick up the scent
Of perfumed skin, as such.
Sweet nothings from a skeleton,
Inspired sejak sightless eye.
Words tainted, sejak the rotted lips
Through which they must pass by.
Embraces from a skeleton.
The fault of broken heart,
Which used to rest in marrow cage
But now is gone, in part.
Cinta comes not from a skeleton,
From death, from lack of life.
It only lives in memory
Which lives through after life.
Ok, be honest, What do anda guys think?