Love Song

 Love Song

By Alexandria 


So I found myself writing a love song

And I wondered

Am I doing myself wrong?

 

Because there’s thorns among the roses

What a vice grip I found myself in

What a sin, what a sin

To face the sun

Burnt and blindsided

When I am done

My lack of practicality

Out of touch with reality

Young and dumb

 

Hey! Let’s go towards the sun.

Chase what’s hot and all consuming

Admire the moon as it is looming

Here in the distance, so close and yet so far

You’re my sun, my moon, and my brightest star

 

He’s all doom and gloom

I think it ended all too soon

My head is full of lies

Despite the need to despise,

I’m wise enough to rise

From the caution of demise

 

So I found myself writing a love song

And I wondered

Am I doing myself wrong?

 

The plaster of his mask

Won’t hold no matter

how empty his flask

or how he flatters

 

Boy can’t help but get plastered

To avoid everything he hasn’t mastered

He throws colors of rage

On a canvas blank as an empty page

 

Now I paint our galaxy

As colorful and bright

As a comet in the night

As the light he fights

 

Am I in my right if I reveal it?

Or is this cherished,

is this precious?

Did I steal it?

It is here he conceals:

When we are together

Silly boy thinks he’s

Jason Dean from Heathers

I know in any weather

Of all my burdens

He’s my lightest feather

 

No weight on my chest, no agony

You’re no antagonist,

Despite all the lies you tell and yell

Being your own propagandist:

“He’s a hedonist, he’s fine

He’ll eat you so divine!

He’ll break your heart,

Possessive! What a freak!

Yelling mine, mine, mine.”

 

So I found myself writing a love song

And I wondered

Am I doing myself wrong?

 

Now let me tell you boy withdrawn

There’s the wolf in sheep’s clothing

And then there’s you

My poor baby blue

Do you have a clue?

 

You think you’re an exhibit in a zoo

You have to pay your dues?

And you’re a cruelty of the heart and mind!

Honey I’m here to tell you,

You are the only one in a bind

I pray you leave the past behind

Find forgiveness in yourself

I wish happiness in what you find

 

No bad blood here or there

All I think of you my dear

Is you’ve fumbled, lied, and tried

To ever so completely hide

Now I’m capable of

Riding any tide

I know your soul

Your cup not full

I’ll be by your side

Ride or die

 

Now I love myself too

Now if you never know what to do

I promise it isn’t a due

Your life is your own,

There’s no need to atone

Though our silence made me prone

To grow into all my own bones

 

If I stay,

I am tireless

Our time apart

Allowed us

our needed start

To leech out our poisons

For the visions

For the versions

Of our better selves

I hold forgiveness

And if I leave

I only had to for myself

Place no blame on yourself

 

So I found myself writing a love song

And I wondered

Am I doing myself wrong?

 

I’d wait for you everlong

Or do I be strong

What’s in between being strung along

And knowing you are where I belong


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