worn

CHANGEinWAVES

I don’t want a fancy car to drive
I don’t lust after the things that shine
I get so afraid to say the wrong things
moments begin to take hold

It’s real what I feel inside
though I know you know that for sure
it’s all just a matter of fact

When I think of the woman in me
it's all such a game to be played
though a serious mood is not what I desire

Don’t be shy to the thoughts of your eyes
moments tend to take hold
disregard what it is to feel

Now what am I supposed to do
take a candle in the darkness
and feel my way through

Irrational fears of what’s hidden
beneath the beds
moths and butterflies abound

I’m afraid of how I’ve fallen
and how hard I’ll hit the bottom
now that you’ve pulled back

It’s all insignificant
how the wind blows
to the direction of another

It all shook too hard when I knew
and heard the breath
at the other end of the line

How was I to know
you’d pick up things
and let them drop

Who am I to find
a beating heart
and call it mine

Things inside me are
all but small
but you know you can have them all

I drop down to a crumble
and rise if you weep
but it’s all unheeded

Ignored to the extend
of a blinded mammal
when cries are heard in the woods

Rhyming at night lying there
but it’s never the same to me
being within a cocoon of doubt

Wash it off
think it through
and know, I like things worn
cause I don’t lust after the things that shine