A moment of weakness

I showed weakness, hid it fast
lest someone see a heart of glass
lest someone see the real me
for if they see, might come to pass
that they would see broken glass
I pride myself in being strong
in being right not being wrong
but being right is stubbornness
and being right gives no repair
of brokenness, of soul's despair
show your weakness - show it fast!
that all will see your broken glass
that all will see the real real you
and you will see what comes to pass
is heart no longer broken glass

© 2009 wearyourheartout 

One and one is one

Between the lines
looking for signs
to heart of me
from heart of you
and maybe mine
but maybe thine
eyes would see
these hearts
not two
but one

© 2009 wearyourheartout 

Ghosts

Spaces where you used to be
now taunting the longings of me
and Pisa doesn't open a bottle
No, Pisa commences the battle
a battle of the mind
where in it I find
its warriors – your ghosts
I'll try not to fear them
but rather endear them
precious
perished
memories
cherished

© 2009 wearyourheartout 

Move this hill

This nightmare, a wonderful dream
this funfare cannot be seen
and its unspoken that we are in love
and we'd be broken killing the dove

If i could move this hill, I would, I would
If i could change this deal, I would, I would

This lifetime just isn't enough
To throw us a lifeline wouldn't be tough
yes its clear that we are in love
and it's only fear that's killing the dove

If i could move this hill, I would, I would
If i could change this deal, I would, I would
But we can move this hill, we could, we could
and we can change this deal we could, we should

© 2009 wearyourheartout 

Tangled

Is it meant to be like this?
what are we searching for?
the smallest chance, the greatest risk
shakes our soul to the core

we are tangled, we are snared
we are judgment impaired
less than holy, and less than fair
that only time doesn't care
that it's beautiful...

is it meant to feel like this
if it's not worth fighting for?
a secret touch a stolen kiss
we want less but we want more

we are broken, we are scared
Can we ever repair?
more than skin-deep wounds are bared
and only time doesn't care
that it's beautiful...

© 2009 wearyourheartout