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I am the tool, a lonely fool

Combined,
Our garden could have blossomed, though
We dug up arguments and found stones to throw
We collected them all
And combined, building a wall

We could have grown but remained so low
As we fastned our voices when we had to take it slow

Our tears watered the earth as we chose hatred to grow
If we knew then, the loss we now know

We could have flourished, had eachother to throw
We could have fallen, in love. But instead we chose to go.

Our branches reached out as our love was blooming
But instead we made a short-cut
And wandered off to our loneliness dooming

We had misstaken the soil for rotten
Found nothing to sprout
Now, A love almost forgotten
And to scared to get out

We had a choice at Times of Hurt
But we created rivers that washed away the dirt.

We left eachother
as my insecurities poisoned our soil
You wandered crying for your mother
As I havested the fruits of my turmoil

I did not had the tools to strengthen our root
I only treated you like dirt, Instead of the good

Now my heart is burried in the cold earth
Into two pieces as my river tries to cleanse it
Knowing I denied you your love and your worth
As I was too scared to sense it

the fear in me
Made me too scared to see
That I am locked
And your were my key

 

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