It's Valentines day, and my only source of company is the feathered remains of an increasingly decomposing Pigeon which lies just outside my window. I thought about my life, and everything I'm doing and what's stopping me do all the projects and experiences I feel like I should be. In the end I just came out with this.
How can I expect to write on the world,
When days are spent hiding alone?
Do I have a right to debate my points,
If I’m refusing to pick up my phone?
When days are spent hiding alone?
Do I have a right to debate my points,
If I’m refusing to pick up my phone?
Given a chance I’d talk in riddles,
Dazzling with my slippery tongue.
Lie and cheat just to clear all paths,
Charming you softly in innocent song.
Dazzling with my slippery tongue.
Lie and cheat just to clear all paths,
Charming you softly in innocent song.
The sunshine beams through boldly,
Begging and cajoling for me to appear,
But can I live in the warmth of its glow,
Shielding my eyes when blinded by fear?
Begging and cajoling for me to appear,
But can I live in the warmth of its glow,
Shielding my eyes when blinded by fear?
Am I truly allowed to say I love you,
Not entirely sure I know what it means?
Can my lips brush lightly on yours,
Or would I just fall apart at the seams?
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