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Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Red Painted Rose Lips



We all want a piece of the action
We want the excitement and adventurous passion
When my soul is feeling low
I find myself looking for something 
I think is beyond what is already here

A perspective maybe
A clear state of mind
Blind
I think
So far behind
Acceptance I desire
Messing around in the same familiar fire 

Opening myself up too soon
Always the biggest mistake 
Letting in masked wolves 
To roam with other sheep in my gate
Realizing when it's too late

I'm too smart to be dumb
Act ignorant about it all
I'm the only one to blame 
When it comes to this fall

Why do I settle for less
Than the best
When the real good stuff comes
Not feelin the chemistry

So I fight and I yearn
Create pictures and visions
Of things never earned 
Allowing the depths of my heart to be opened
By thieves of the night
Requesting to love me 
Leaving me more distressed and burdened than before

Stress and anger are my enemy 
I'd do anything
To never let it get the best of me

Your red painted rose lips made what was wrong seem right
I listened with my ears and my logic took flight
I let the words make sense for your actions 
Took the blame for your insecurities
What you were lacking

I reflected myself and my spiritual health
Into a blacked out mirror
Not looking at myself
Wondering how it wasn't clearer

I saw in you only what I could see in me
You did just the same
So who's to blame
That's a stupid game

The word love came out
Of both our mouths
I don't think we knew 
What we were sayin
We cannot erase the past 
So now rewriting our response to it
It's the only thing with much logic 

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