The Midnight Of Day, by bedazzled Subscribe to rss feed for bedazzled

Sometimes I find myself feeling so blind,
Tuning into the same static frequency.
Fighting the presence of your love from my mind,
Caught in the crossfire of hypocrisy.

          Here I am, here I am,
            Making the same mistakes I loathe in you.
              Don’t know why, don’t know why,
                 I can’t stop seeing everything in blue.

I fall into familiar denial,
Unable to explain the midnight of day.
I feel so helpless ‘cause I know my smile,
But it keeps finding the wrong words to say.

         Here I am, here I am,
           Jeopardising my cautious heart anew,
            Don’t know why, don’t know why,
               I keep running further away from you.

..._I can't explain my actions, or who you have become,
..._I don't really understand the beating of my heart.
..._I don't want a painful truth, so I'll try to be numb,
..._Babe, are you the same person I fell in love with at
                       the start?
Posted: 2007-03-03 07:26:52 UTC

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