2017-07-01 - 10:11 a.m.
Perhaps you secretly wish I’d talk to you
the way I used to
like I fear silently
whether you’ll really listen to me
or just give me some more scrutiny
But what should we talk about?
Once again, this heart is full of doubts
It’s been like ages since we were without
rare moments like this
another short, temporary bliss
before reality takes another swish
Must it be the same thing again,
something mundane,
harmless as we conceal our pain?
Not everyone makes a great pretender here
My brutal honesty is the monster you fear,
while the real beast has always been crystal-clear
In the end,
the same old song still keeps on on the same old dance,
living bodies in a room of silence...
R.
