Poezja

It hurts too much to see you, I have to back away...
When you're here, I can't pretend, that everything's ok,
The clock hands just stop moving.. when lonely's how you feel...
Your moving in slow motion.. as though time was standing still...
The night is long and empty.. as you're waiting for a call...
But it soon becomes transparant.. like the shadows on the wall,
Minutes turned to hours.. and the hours drift away...
As darkness finally yields itself.. to the light it kept at bey,
You could play me like a fiddle.. you could break this heart in two...
You could look into these eyes.. and see my love for you,
For love is knowing some things.. are neither wrong nor right...
And what we see through different eyes.. won't be just black and white,
You could say the things you mean.. and mean the things you say...
You could give to me my heart's desire.. and then just walk away,
But love is not a fairy tale.. and it gives "no guarantees"...
And "happy ever after"... is something few will see,
So I'm taking back my heart, while I'm still in control...
It's not something that you earned, it's something that you stole.