Pen is mightier than the sword

Pen is mightier than the sword
Writing what I think, before I say it!

Sunday, April 24, 2011


I wonder if she criess in her sleep
I wonder if any of her prayers are prayers for me
does her heart grows weary
does the laughter in beauty
are blocked mirages of eyes that are teary

and when we sleep,
as I face the wall in the opposite direction of facing her
at the same time, is her back turned?
does she hope that I would turn over and lean onto her
hold her
use these arms to protect to her
and show some kind of love to her
or does she close her eyes hoping to wake up in her bed
and that we,
we were only a dream in her head

Such a sad song I play, the extended version in instrumental
am I being real with myself,
does my heart release any love
or simply my lust blocking the mental, and loving through the physical

How much does my kind words hurt the love developing inside
how can I sleep at night acting like everything is alright
I think the truth floats above salty waters
can't pretend that we are not dating in lies
why portray like laughter when it hurts
with minds on a one track compromise
why ask why
the truth is
we are not seeking for the answers
but simply living by the day
as the plague of hurt spreads rapidly,
like broken polyps on Cancer

Here comes the rain again that's imitating her cries
thunder, makes her fold down on her stomach
of eternal pain
winds blows, cause she can not breath no more towards love
then lightning strikes
all goes dark
silence becomes are mouths
and that very minute, the thought of loving was lost...

By LeRoy Goetzendanner