If words could say,
But for some reason, I can't find them
When you're near,
Everything seems to find a way to kill me.
I can't stop the feelings crashing inside,
Nor do I want to, I just can't help but feel the pain
Of all those sweet words that flutter past your lips,
Then watching them hang there, floundering in the breeze
Before pounding the ground to death.
It's like relentlessly grasping a length of razor wire,
Dangling before you, my hands not willing to let go,
And this rain is licking my torn and bloodied fists,
My cuts, my gashes, everything burns.
I'm the fool though, because you feel this too,
But I'm just a little too emo to notice you,
Stumbling, fumbling away from me
Searching for the right words, just like I am.
All we have is held tight, kept close,
When all we feel is the pain,
We retreat, evanesce from whence we came.
There's something here though,
That leads us back, time and again
Like a knife slashing through my arm, neck.. my heart,
The tip cast into bone, you're there, and I'm lost.
Torn between two very different worlds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What can I say, another fabulous read of which I enjoyed tremendously. Keep on writing Lipstick and I will certainly keep on reading---Melvina---