Dreaming Awake
You’re so cold, so catatonic
To my touch, to my embrace,
I can see that something’s wrong,
Exchange the mirror in your face,
Sometimes what’s lost is also gained,
In an accomplished mistake,
And though some sleeping is always useful,
I like to see you dreaming awake…
Because the color that nearly faded,
Has come to drown you again,
And dearly beloved, here, together,
To witness this young girl in pain…
Will I ever see you breathe again?
I rest aside with my pair of wings,
The ones that used to make you dream…
I can’t expect to breathe into your lips again,
To you the pressure is overwhelming,
Did you ever have a soul that it was worth selling?
You need a miracle, not a savior,
A pacifier for your delusions of youth,
I need a minute to put the blames on
A proud partner who can’t choose.
I hope your faith does not reveal
Itself to this impure lack of kiss,
And inside this bubble of despair you hide in,
There’s your self-absorbing bliss…
Rest assured to be alive inside,
And if you’re tongue is not the same as mine,
I doubt myself as a coward’s line,
We talk in riddles at the same time…
And if I had the power to move mountains,
I still couldn’t miss what you’ve been through,
And if I was a God in heartbeats,
I’d still be weak and powerless over you…
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