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SophiaGrace
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If I Could Cry A River
If I could cry a river,
a river would have run.
To let go is the hardest thing,
under this desert sun.
To speak the words of all,
and then see them come undone.
Leads to pain that ends in sleepless nights,
and less time in the sun.
If i had cried a river,
you would have never known.
For telling of tears is never,
something I will ever own.
I cut off speech without a word,
because words will not amend.
I could not speak to ask for more,
because I could not ask you to bend.
Some things are better left unsaid,
and so my hands encased,
the very thing that I have felt,
will henceforth be erased.
My head will turn away from you,
you will not understand.
Please know that I don't hate you,
I just can't go back to then.
Without A Word
All around is desolation,
My eyes don't see the things around.
Cling to shards that cut my skin,
forget the words that sing a song.
Hate the wounds and hold them tight,
these are things that nudge and bite.
Go for things that leave you bare,
turn away from things there.
Accept the love you think you deserve,
and leave yourself without a word.
Even the Dust
When words speak,
no answer given.
Words speak, hands speak,
no words riven.
hands reach out,
empty air.
Blatant lies Blatant lies,
oh look to see with your eyes.
Dissapear the disembodied body,
into the dust from whence it came.
The wind blows even the dust away.
If I could cry a river,
a river would have run.
To let go is the hardest thing,
under this desert sun.
To speak the words of all,
and then see them come undone.
Leads to pain that ends in sleepless nights,
and less time in the sun.
If i had cried a river,
you would have never known.
For telling of tears is never,
something I will ever own.
I cut off speech without a word,
because words will not amend.
I could not speak to ask for more,
because I could not ask you to bend.
Some things are better left unsaid,
and so my hands encased,
the very thing that I have felt,
will henceforth be erased.
My head will turn away from you,
you will not understand.
Please know that I don't hate you,
I just can't go back to then.
Without A Word
All around is desolation,
My eyes don't see the things around.
Cling to shards that cut my skin,
forget the words that sing a song.
Hate the wounds and hold them tight,
these are things that nudge and bite.
Go for things that leave you bare,
turn away from things there.
Accept the love you think you deserve,
and leave yourself without a word.
Even the Dust
When words speak,
no answer given.
Words speak, hands speak,
no words riven.
hands reach out,
empty air.
Blatant lies Blatant lies,
oh look to see with your eyes.
Dissapear the disembodied body,
into the dust from whence it came.
The wind blows even the dust away.