Slice of This
I can’t see past the weariness to the words that I am writing
I swear that I am trying, but fatigue can be so blinding
And in finding all the words and everything that I mean
I lose composure and my senses, lose my vision of the screen
But still I choose to scream even when it can’t be seen
I can let this smile gleam, but I can also let me bleed
Cause maybe it’s a dream and my head is on the pillow
Maybe this is blissfulness with roses, birds, and willows
I don’t know, I still don’t, it’s only what I’m feeling
Recollecting everything and hating what it’s stealing
Scraping at the ceiling cause this moment has been tainted
By the mental kind of pictures of the many things I’ve hated
Cause I waited here with patience and openly I stated
That everything I want is what seems to have been fated
I’ve stated that I love you and I mean it when I say it
I just hate a million memories, I wish that I could change it
The ones I never shared in, the ones I’ve had a taste of
The times I thought I lost it, the time I almost gave up
The moments you were hurting and the times that you still loved it
The memories of my own that I won’t release to public
But fuck it, I can’t dwindle, I can’t lose sight of present
The now is where we are and it’s my little slice of heaven
You’re my angel and my princess, excuse me and my weakness
When I can not have your kiss, well, I guess that I still need this
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