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Hey,

Look me in my eyes,

Tell me it’s not true,

Look me in my eyes,

Show me the real you.

 

 

Now,

Remove that mask,

I can handle what’s beneath.

Dare I ask,

What is it you’re afraid I’ll see?

 

 

What am I to do,

When I try and can never let go?

I worry and ponder,

Sit and wonder,

Asking if it’s ever enough.

I’ll fall once,

I’ll fall twice,

But is the third worth a shot?

 

 

If you were a red,

And I was a blue-grey,

Will you set it on fire;

And let this passion burn away?

Will I rain down droplets of hope,

Or will it be despair?

Is your fire a flaming torch,

Or is it a dying flair?

 

 

Why await you to make the move,

When really,

I’ve played it all.

I’ve shown you all my cards,

Now got nothing else to prove.

 

 

So what am I to do,

When I try, and can never let go?

All I do is,

Worry and ponder,

Sit and wonder,

Asking if it’s ever enough.

I’ll fall once,

I’ll fall twice,

But is the third worth a shot?

 

 

Hullo~

The followers count is nearing 80 (or is it 80 already?) Just a few more and I’m hitting the jackpot! 

 

Okay no, maybe not the jackpot but 100 is a very grand number. I’m being hopeful. 

Anyhow, what do you think? It’s supposedly not a poem– this one should be my first attempt at song writing. I get that the chorus should be repeated more but when I tried, it just sounded too.. too much? I don’t know. But what do you think? Should I give this song-writing business more tries or let go entirely? Also, can any of you wonderful humans suggest a song name? I couldn’t come up with any *sad sigh*

Have a blissful day, 

Midnight Ranter (aka Ayaka) 

 

Which is it? 

If you were a red and I was a blue-grey, will you set it on fire and let this passion burn away?

Will I rain down droplets of hope or will it be despair?

Is your fire a flaming torch or is it a dying flame?

Is it an ember in the ashes or a lost cry, flail?

Am I the tear hesitating to drop down and away?

Is this too cliche?

It is, yeah.

Do I care?

I do; I always do.

And that is the problem.

 

Ps. It doesn’t rhyme, I know; but it has hidden meanings, I guess. 

Signed,

Midnight Ranter