domingo, 5 de abril de 2015

If You'd Let Me...







Hey,
I've been looking over you the last several days, I've seen the plot crooking you from the inside and my eyes are filled with distress to see you this way. So many lies have taken hold of you and I cannot bare this nerve-racking and poisonous cloud of trouble that's flooding your heart even now that you're so great and so good.

My dearest dear,
I've seen moments slipping away just as I've lost my direction and my faith. Everything began to slip away from the very ground that now holds my feet switching the good days for an endless void that made my eyes flow downstream and my mind float through the eternal doubt of what it could have been if just... if only... it's a strange condition like a day in prison, was sinking any lower possible? the dusk had covered the skies that once kept my sight from hanging low. Am I just like you?

Those clouds that blind your eyes will fade as soon as the rain in them goes down your face, you have to let yourself feel the hard gears of life never fearing you'll drown for I'll always lean my hands to pull you up from the ground that seems too thin to break the fall. Hey, I'll wrap your ears with them if they'd protect you from listening the harmful words of others and then I'll hold you when the wind takes them to remind you how beautiful and true you are, uncovering you when all around us is light ocean dew skimming onto the skin like flowers' pollen in spring time.

It's not your fault you ended up bruised and broken, you trusted beyond the dependable and that's the way to true love. Never take the blame for giving yourself away to the knives that stab your back for your blood will oxidize them in time while you'll heal the wounds with new and fresh skin. Don't point it at the heart you've given nor at your tear-stained love. I'd settle for one small piece of that shattered heart you own, and if you'd let me; I'll rearrange every single trace of it until you let me borrow it for the life that's left within this hollow chest of mine. I'd erase it all and draw us in one empty sheet, you know, let our imaginations roll.

Well?

Will you not give me the chance?

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