Start now, go on.
Speak of me.
See how I listen. Sense my joy
As you speak of me
Tell me what my world is.
Tell me what my smile means.
Tell me what I look like. Why I say what I do and think the way I do.
Speak of me.
I will believe it to be true.
If it feels like I want it to be.
Speak of my love
For you, for him, for them, for none
My dreams, dreamt to come true
My tears, shed for sleep
To speak of me,
Passionately, sadly, through music, words
Who am I to you
I will believe it to be true, if it feels like I want it to be.
I know not myself, only you know me.
3 comments:
when i try and express a profound emotion it falls flat
not so for you madam
siddhartha
(i hope you dont mean all that you say)
the last line in particular
you have got it wrong friend. and i do mean all that i say.
i think..
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