Bitter sweet is realization, Forgotten time
I’m still too young to know the perfect rhyme
Yet old enough to worry of what might be
Scared to death of not knowing what I can’t see.
Toyed with, and loved so sweet, I’ve been
Wrapped around a finger, belonging to him
Freed from bondage, and caged like a bird
Yet here I am, able to write down the words
I’ve much to learn, more is yet to come
Still a few old tunes I have yet to finally hum
I’m too young to worry for all the things said
But I’m too old to lay here in my warm old bed.
Face the day, and breathe in and out
I’m still known to get angry and fucking shout
But, I’m refined to a wisdom still coming along
I can be so right, but I’m known to also be wrong.
With my passions still growing, still changing
Conversations I’ve left are still even dangling.
Toying with ideas of loving someone else
But unwilling to put feelings up on a musky shelf.
Unable to move, yet not tied down at all
Standing firm on the ground, but I seem to still fall.
It’s a rollercoaster of dreams and memories
It’s a game of love, all that you ever gave to me.
I feel so left in the dark, yet in the light
I still cry for him in the dead of the night.
I’ve been in your arms so tender and pure
I’ve been left alone, wishing for a cure.
With all that has come and all that’s past
It’s still your shadow that has been cast
I live in your memory, smile and still cry
It’s my wings I’m given, but can’t yet fly.
Life’s loved me so far, enough to let me see
That so many things are and aren’t meant to be
I just hope and wish I can find what I need
On life’s fruits of happiness, I wish to feed.