. excruciating and yet so beautiful ... the story of my life too ... yet i still think this would sound spectacularly stunning in your voice ... and i can hardly wait ...
i pretend to mend
me
i pretend to tend
to be free
the hole in my heart
is a mole on my soul
The vast blue sky Paul can never be fake...that and the green green grass both are bereft of the tainted shades that love can soak.
Another beautiful,heart wrenching piece.
there is such a delicateness to this brutal isolation - when nothing's around - its hard to fathom if anything ever was around - do we weave webs to fool our fragile hearts - or do we have gear that breaks our fall? - i wonder - and as the silence buzzes and echoes around here - i struggle to see a shadow of the moon - i know it's there - and if i leave the window open long enough - maybe - it'll creep in - the moonshine - and maybe - there'll be - some respite - from this insane pain - of nothingness!!
pretty much what a lot of people are feeling this way. You have expressed that in a few short verses. I love the honesty and the imagery in this. Thank you for sharing it here. good job, and good writings to you!
-Yin
. excruciating and yet so beautiful ... the story of my life too ... yet i still think this would sound spectacularly stunning in your voice ... and i can hardly wait ...
i pretend to mend
me
i pretend to tend
to be free
the hole in my heart
is a mole on my soul
the cadence, the structure and the tone are dead on
And I think I've been in that dungeon a time or two, myself. The sky does look a bit unreal from down there, doesn't it?