Confessions of The Emotional.

Just a little song I wrote after having had the idea for a long time, loosely based around reality, but a little exaggerated. Tis about someone who had such a short relationship that you could say, they never really got to express everything they felt ins

Is it okay to confess, my head is in such a big mess,
I think about you,
I always think about him,
I should be happy that I think you’d give in,
But in some ways I’m really not,
Coz I know I should be happy with what I’ve got.

What would I do if my day dreams came real?
What would you do if I crossed the line,
And let you know how I think feel?
I know it’s all wrong,
but in my head something makes it feel right,
I need to keep up this insane mental fight.

 

But I blame it on your eyes coz they’re so blue,
It scares me, yet it’s always you I trust,
I blame it on that creamy skin,
And how it flares me and my lust,
But I’m not writing this song to let you know how I feel,
Coz it’s not worth telling a lie or making a cliché that’s not real,
Coz I know it was always me you saw through and,
I just think you should know, I have some regrets,
And sometimes I wonder how it could’ve been,
If I hadn’t let you go, coz I can’t just forget.

I think about you quite a lot,
I think about you, and the problems you’ve got,
Most of the time I think you’d be better off with me,
But I always remember, you really need to be free,
And I’ve got someone of my own ,
Someone who I know without, I’d rather be alone.

What would I do if I got to keep your smile?
What would you do if I said,
“Let’s be something special for a while?”
I know it’s all wrong,
but in my head something makes it seem okay,
I just have to remember that I don’t think I could live that way.

 

But I blame it on your eyes coz they’re so blue,
It scares me, yet it’s always you I trust,
I blame it on that creamy skin,
And how it flares me and my lust,
But I’m not writing this song to let you know how I feel,
I’m not writing to tell you, you’re the real deal,
I just think you should know, I won’t ever forget,
And that sometimes I wonder how it could’ve been,
If I hadn’t let you go, and if I hadn’t have made such a scene.

It just gets so hard knowing when to stop thinking,
So I look up high and keep blinking,
Coz these feelings, they aren’t meant to exist,
Even though deep down,
I’d love it if you and me were in a twist,
But it’s so wrong I have to deny it,
It’s not innocent,
So I know we should defy it.

My worst fear is that you’ll see my truth and run,
I just wish I could see this as only fun,
But, I’ll always want you in some strange twisted way,
I don’t know what more to say...
I want to be vindicated.
I can’t live this way.

 

 But I blame it on your eyes coz they’re so blue,
It scares me, yet it’s always you I trust,
Can I control this lust?
When it’s so wrong it could be right...

 

But I blame it on your eyes coz they’re so blue,
It scares me, yet it’s always you I trust,
I blame it on that creamy skin,
And how it flares me and my lust,
But I’m not writing this song to let you know how I feel,
Coz it’s not worth telling a lie or making a cliché that’s not real,
Coz I know it was always me you saw through and,
I just think you should know, I have some regrets,
And sometimes I wonder how it could’ve been,
If I hadn’t let you go, coz I can’t just forget.

 

Never ever worry about me,
Coz always know I want you to be free,
Hate me if it makes this all seem less true,
But I’ll never ever trade his hazels for you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Enjoyed writing this, was sort of therapeutic, and nice to feel some creativity after so long.

Reviews

[Everything Happens For ..]

all i can say to this is wow......and because i have no other way to review it properly, here, i think ill write a reply poem myself....

check my page in a couple days....

loveage
xxxx

[Spilled Her Guts in Cur..]

I love this. Very Pretty and honest. I bet it felt good to write down, huh?

[Adela Muresan]

It's simplicity makes it pleasant, even dough I think you made it a bit too long.
Your sincerity makes it very romantic.

A.M.