I was depending on this hand of mine,
To tell others what i have been feeling inside,
The very reason why i cannot fulfill other's request,
A love song for them and specially for them,
I haven't been able to write it for so long,
Cause each time i do let it flow,
It becomes more pain and less happiness,
To the point i fear they might become like me,
Since it seems like my words can soothe them,
But i had to back off when it comes to the love song that they wanted.
My hand writes what it is in my heart,
The things that i might not be able to tell for so long,
My life, journey and my past,
I have been telling them all and not lies that were spoken,
But just as complicated i am showing emotion,
They still thought of me as the art itself,
Which is why the requests that i turned down for so long,
I am never to write it,
For the moment that is,
As time will come when i fall in love,
And until then,
Wait for the love songs that i believe in will make you see.
The hand that writes,
Is from the bottom of my heart,
It was my final conversation that will make you hear,
For ain't no more lie that i'll be telling you,
Just something honest that you wanted to hear,
If it pains you or gave you a whole lot more,
Then come to think about the life that i lead,
For the smiles and faces that i cherished,
To protect them by sealing my mouth shut,
The same reason why i can never sing the love song for you,
I have written it, 1 by far,
But i have not sung upon the meaning behind it.
Monday, May 23, 2011
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