Bittersweet
Inadequate socialisation has caused my mind to think in conflict
Contrasting, contradicting, confusing thoughts
The bittersweet melody of my mind
That night you looked like a beautiful mountain rising in the East
Strong, permanent, the arches and curves of My Body
Carved into the stone
Only this isn’t beautiful and, in fact,
I think that mountain might have been
A volcano instead
Now, imagine, the day of your execution
You are on trial for treason
You look the executioner straight in the eyes
And you whisper,
Three deadly words;
I – love - you.
That night I thought of a cold day in winter
My hands numb and stiff to the core
The shivers and chills paralysing my spine
Only there is no excitement of Christmas,
No wonder of snow
Merely a dull ache
Where flowers used to grow
Contrasting, contradicting, confusing thoughts
The bittersweet melody of my mind
That night you looked like a beautiful mountain rising in the East
Strong, permanent, the arches and curves of My Body
Carved into the stone
Only this isn’t beautiful and, in fact,
I think that mountain might have been
A volcano instead
Now, imagine, the day of your execution
You are on trial for treason
You look the executioner straight in the eyes
And you whisper,
Three deadly words;
I – love - you.
That night I thought of a cold day in winter
My hands numb and stiff to the core
The shivers and chills paralysing my spine
Only there is no excitement of Christmas,
No wonder of snow
Merely a dull ache
Where flowers used to grow