It’s not about the ache at the core of me. It’s about how I will ache through my body and soul. It’s the heart hurt that I feel when I think of how it will not be.
Category: Writings
Numb
How can you see into my eyesLike open doors?Leading you down into my coreWhere I've become so numbWithout a soul (Oh)My spirit sleeping somewhere coldUntil you find it thereAnd lead it back home Sometimes I feel with you I am home. Now that I know what I'm withoutYou can't just leave me (No)Breathe into me… Continue reading Numb
Delicate
Being delicate is not a weakness, or so I am told. But you don't have to treat me with kid gloves. I can take it. Dish out whatever pain you need to get out. Lay it on me. Because nothing will compare to the pain I have already felt. Nothing can come close to the… Continue reading Delicate
Lie
Lie a little better Make Me Believe Sometimes I want to believe so badly. I want it to be real. I tell myself it is. I give all sorts of reasons in my head for things but I can’t get past the idea that I am just not important enough to make them stay.
No One Else
I don't know what, when or whyThe twilight of love had arrived Twisting and turningYour feelings are burningYou're breaking the girl(She meant you no harm)Think you're so cleverBut now you must severYou're breaking the girl(He loves no one else) Do you ever feel like you are not going to be able to love anyone else?… Continue reading No One Else
Lisa Gray 