Post by TKei on Nov 2, 2012 10:18:49 GMT -5
I spent years chasing
Something I could never have
Years searching a place
Where I would never find
An empty heart
In need of someone
To ease the pain
And soothe the soul
Sightless eyes
Still covered with a blind
Deaf ears
Still plugged with cotton
I chased, but never caught.
Getting closer, but never close enough.
Just within reach, my hand outstretched.
Holding on by a finger, to your bright blue shirt.
This is it. I've got it. The chase is over. You've been caught. I can see it.
But something isn't right. I don't feel as I should. I'm being dragged. Gripping your shirt, being dragged on the ground. And still you run.
Why isn't right? Why do I feel this way? Or rather, why don't I? What is wrong? Where did I go wrong?
Still holding on, dragging on the dirt, the dust in my face. I must not go on. I cannot go on.
So I let go
I let you go
You are now free
I am not free
My empty heart
Still needs to be filled
But I've let go
I have let go of you
You go on doing as you do. Never look back to the face you left behind. And I will no longer keep watch of the one I let go.
Three have taken. You are one. But what you took never caused me pain.
The second who took has caused me more pain than I could ever imagine. And so I chase. And I hope that it is no vanity.
If I may ever gain a grip on the second, I shall never let go. To let go would be a death-dealing blow. Should her heart cause her to turn, to slow, and perhaps, to see me, then I will hold tight, and never let go.
The third yet remains, having taken and having a grip. Not one I have chased. One who has stood at my side, though I was too blind to see. But I fear the test of time, which cannot be reversed.
This third, who I have no grip on, but who has a grip on me. One day, she may let go. But my heart will follow my hand, even if to a lonesome death.
Something I could never have
Years searching a place
Where I would never find
An empty heart
In need of someone
To ease the pain
And soothe the soul
Sightless eyes
Still covered with a blind
Deaf ears
Still plugged with cotton
I chased, but never caught.
Getting closer, but never close enough.
Just within reach, my hand outstretched.
Holding on by a finger, to your bright blue shirt.
This is it. I've got it. The chase is over. You've been caught. I can see it.
But something isn't right. I don't feel as I should. I'm being dragged. Gripping your shirt, being dragged on the ground. And still you run.
Why isn't right? Why do I feel this way? Or rather, why don't I? What is wrong? Where did I go wrong?
Still holding on, dragging on the dirt, the dust in my face. I must not go on. I cannot go on.
So I let go
I let you go
You are now free
I am not free
My empty heart
Still needs to be filled
But I've let go
I have let go of you
You go on doing as you do. Never look back to the face you left behind. And I will no longer keep watch of the one I let go.
Three have taken. You are one. But what you took never caused me pain.
The second who took has caused me more pain than I could ever imagine. And so I chase. And I hope that it is no vanity.
If I may ever gain a grip on the second, I shall never let go. To let go would be a death-dealing blow. Should her heart cause her to turn, to slow, and perhaps, to see me, then I will hold tight, and never let go.
The third yet remains, having taken and having a grip. Not one I have chased. One who has stood at my side, though I was too blind to see. But I fear the test of time, which cannot be reversed.
This third, who I have no grip on, but who has a grip on me. One day, she may let go. But my heart will follow my hand, even if to a lonesome death.