Timless MemoriessFloating timeless
losing track of days only waiting,
good days seem to have fled.
So many mistakes
so little time,
is it no wonder I am alone.
Rip my heart out
bury it in the ground,
perhaps without it I would not care.
But I do and that's the problem
when stubborn love meets stubborn hate,
I guess I should give up.
Taking words I never said
twisting lies making up facts,
I need to remember my place.
(I forgot to bury my heart,
so it reached up and used my words.
My words are what destroy,
my place is alone.)
Floating timeless I begin to forget,
happier now that I
don't have to remember.
(Unfortunately everyone wants me to remember
that my place is below and my words
Playing With FireI used to think I was water and they were fire,
I thought they were burning so I tried to put them out.
(I thought I could help stop pain,
soothe the wounds.)
Now I see,
I am the fire, they are ice.
I burn them and they try not to melt.
(I am the one that wounds them,
add pain to their lives.)
Or perhaps I am lightning,
striking them down.
They are trees,
growing until met by me.
(Though possibly I am water after all,
drowning them endlessly.)