Watching, Listening
Watching, Listening
Sing like you think no one’s listening,
Sad and delicate, loud and out of key,
For you know it tears up your being,
Everywhere you look she’s all you see,
Dance like you think no one’s watching,
Fast and hip, slow and smooth,
For you know it tears up your being,
How else can this aching be soothed?
Scream like you think no one’s listening,
Livid and deafening, bittersweet and tragic,
For you know it tears up your being,
Every time you think of him kissing her cheek,
Cry like you think no one’s watching,
Depressed and mournful, fitful and sporadic,
For you know it tears up your being,
You can take the years but not the days and weeks,
No one is listening, No one is watching,
I cower in the corner, absorbed in my sorrow,
For it really tears up my soul, my being,
As days go by, morrow by morrow.
Author's Note: i'm just hurting terribly.
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Straylight Run - The First of the Centuryvia
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Listen...
Drip,
From my slit wrist,
My life.
Drip,
From my sad eyes,
My dreams.
Flow,
Gone; my life.
Shattered; my dreams.
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Kai Teoh, Seasons of September