She is not confused about who she is now, she is just confused about who he wants her to be. Uncertain of the future with the man that claims love hovers in his eyes and in his heart, while he dance thoughts of contemplated affection for women of his past that he once chased as he does now.
She now is tired of the confusion that he has made her and the stories he tells that constantly changes with time or lowered inhibitions.
Promises made by drunken lips will never be fulfilled nor are to be believed. Questions that follow questions for answers leaves new questions unanswered. Who do you say I am to you? Had you to choose again would it still be me? How do I know when you say you love me that you love me, it is the same truth as the lies that slithers so seamlessly from your tongue.
Tell me again that I am the one that I might create my resolution to believe you. Help me heal broken wounds and uncertain pains. Make my fears magical, replace my secret tears with secret giggles that blossom into loud laughter and forgive my jealousy with your honesty. For once smile at my glee and ponder my content,not my sorrow.
You are her; he says with confidence in his eyes, I am sure of it. My totemic muse your conviction of my truth is continuously questioning. My heart is fickle even that I will admit, as the world has attacked me for things I cannot perceive. You darling is my final redemption.
As the tone on her face changes, he ponders the seasonal moods that she bears and sometimes is irritated by ignorant annoyance.
She whispers a prayer to tame her fear, Our Father in heaven, help the storm to calm, for anger and hate should not be given life in the woman. She knows his truth, he feed her his lies so she may swallow them bitterly with glossy eyes,quivered lips and a racing heart. As distance becomes close and resentment replace contentment. It was right then even though she had foretold her mind that admittance would fail him, she died a thousand deaths in another blissful disappointment.
The expected act of change is futile and again she vows to forgive the betrayal one last time before she decide her pillows should better warm her bed.
She now is tired of the confusion that he has made her and the stories he tells that constantly changes with time or lowered inhibitions.
Promises made by drunken lips will never be fulfilled nor are to be believed. Questions that follow questions for answers leaves new questions unanswered. Who do you say I am to you? Had you to choose again would it still be me? How do I know when you say you love me that you love me, it is the same truth as the lies that slithers so seamlessly from your tongue.
Tell me again that I am the one that I might create my resolution to believe you. Help me heal broken wounds and uncertain pains. Make my fears magical, replace my secret tears with secret giggles that blossom into loud laughter and forgive my jealousy with your honesty. For once smile at my glee and ponder my content,not my sorrow.
You are her; he says with confidence in his eyes, I am sure of it. My totemic muse your conviction of my truth is continuously questioning. My heart is fickle even that I will admit, as the world has attacked me for things I cannot perceive. You darling is my final redemption.
As the tone on her face changes, he ponders the seasonal moods that she bears and sometimes is irritated by ignorant annoyance.
She whispers a prayer to tame her fear, Our Father in heaven, help the storm to calm, for anger and hate should not be given life in the woman. She knows his truth, he feed her his lies so she may swallow them bitterly with glossy eyes,quivered lips and a racing heart. As distance becomes close and resentment replace contentment. It was right then even though she had foretold her mind that admittance would fail him, she died a thousand deaths in another blissful disappointment.
The expected act of change is futile and again she vows to forgive the betrayal one last time before she decide her pillows should better warm her bed.