Trapped in my arms,
your soul denies,
all the love, all the lies,
but you know how
to turn me upside down:
just a gaze, a smile, a touch
and I’m beaten for life,
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Tagged fight, love, love game, passion |
Without you, in my life, I could do it easier,
’cause you’re the weight that keeps me going down,
and my tired arms can’t push the water aside.
I just had to go straight ahead and never turn back
’cause watching into your eyes is danger
and my body would have turned into salt.
But I’m still here, pretending it’s the way
everyone lives and every family is : you know
the truth is behind your prayers and lies.
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Tagged feelings, mom, mother, soul, suffering |
my eyes fall down to my hands and I consider how the time goes by.
it’s a habit I did not notice.
I stare at my hands like a baby, so I think the world starts from there.
I thank, I thank so much all I’ve done with my hands. Mine.
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Don’t stare at me.
Don’t talk to me.
I’m looking down
Down to hell.
I really don’t care.
The chatty chat
The no sense
Your need of attention
I don’t care.
I’m grown enough
To accept it:
Sometimes you suck .
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Tagged acceptance, feeling, growing, hurt, love |