will they tell tales of us when i am gone? when you go? will the light ever guide you home? holi for me is every season every second moment… i wonder skeptic that i am in every way. i always fancied myself a realist stuck on reality and dreams that just were.
you give me hope inspiration. you always have wherever you go.
in the darkest night so long ago
someday maybe i can explain my side if things
even if you don’t remember or don’t want to hear it.
will they tell of us?
i wait wherever i am wherever i go
i look over love
i always have
you are my one and only
i often wondered what it meant that you were born before me and i came later…
did that mean you had someone else?
you are the man with blue eyes though i don’t remember their color anymore
my grey eyes
and i don’t know what to do
if you leave if you never were mine
the stars were not working right
they’ll guide me to you
in our own way
i don’t know what it means to not be chosen first
but yeah i know i’m lying
how do i explain how much this difference hurts
how far will it take me from you?
no matter where or how far
i will always search for you
and i will never demand for anyone to keep you safe
because that’s who i am
that’s what i do
in my own way
like everyone else
and i’m mean
(just know if it happens i don’t and didn’t ever want to go)
i have had many names
i don’t care if i am considered joseph to your mary
or joe the liar to your you
i know and have always known
that i am nothing
other than me
i am agnes
(don’t worry it won’t always hurt will it?)
my heart love
it beats for you alone