Saturday, June 6, 2009

No One Can Make You Feel Inferior Without Your Consent

You told me the sky was black,
When I knew that it was blue,
And everything I do,
Means absolutely nothing to you.
You cupped my hands,
And placed a key in my palm.
A mumbled riddle of secret plans.
Tell me for once what you mean,
How you feel, why you cry.
It shouldn’t be this hard to whisper,
To lean over and say goodbye.
You always close the door,
Never letting anyone in.
Always giving less than more,
Hiding what’s at the very core.
All I wanted was to know you,
All you wanted was to forget.
You used me to see,
But that’s not how it should be.
All I wanted was to know you,
All you wanted was to forget.
It’s not what you see that’s true,
It’s why you can’t see it to be blue.

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