can you see through it
through the pretence and facade
the vulnerable woman in me
pining for you
to take me in your protective arms
and be a girl once again
can you see through it
through the pretence and facade
the vulnerable woman in me
pining for you
to take me in your protective arms
and be a girl once again
what matters the most
…in the beginning
and in the end…
a breath
why
my love for you
waned
was it
just a phase
or
I am incapable
of love
I lost you
in my dream last night
I am done sleeping
you could never
compensate
for the loss
of my parents
for that love
was a different kind
steeped in tradition
the bride waits anxiously
for her new life
those sunny days
of sweltering heat and sweat
pining for rain
come back to me
turn back the wheels of time
we were so good together
lying in the dappled shade
summer breeze caressing my face
lost in bygone memories
the never ending quest
to create do something famous
drives me insane