Mortal
So full of words
Don’t know what I’m saying.
Try to make you listen
but emotions are unspoken.
And the tears that glisten
down your pale face
are the words that I’ve
been trying to say.
We don’t know what is wrong
so we take it day by day.
I’m standing on a tightrope
destined to shake and sway.
I am mortal.
So in broken pieces
I will remain.
Wiping away your tears
won’t keep them from falling.
I know I am the blade
that has cut you so deep.
Against my will I hear death calling
and pray that in my eternal sleep
a new love will be made
that you shall keep.
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