I can hear the
sound of thinking, or was it just a fading sound
When the rattle
of the prattle could be something so profound
I can hear
somebody talking, but I can’t hear what they said
My mind it was
receptive, and the noise stuck inside my head
Listening isn’t
listening if I don’t know what you said
I heard the words
you told me, embedded in my head
Listening isn’t
listening if I can’t say it to you back
Your words they hide
inside me, but my mind it turns to black
I’ve closed my
eyes to listening, but my mind is filled with thought
Your voice it
infiltrates me, and spellbound I was caught
I can sense your
thoughts of anger, I can see them in your mind
But your uncompromising
nature was not what I thought I’d find
I tried so hard
to listen, but my brain it took a course
And I failed at
every hurdle, until your hand I forced
It used to be so
simple, life was easier back then
I could hear the
sound of ending, and I’m hearing it again
Listening isn’t
listening if I don’t know what you said
I heard the words
you told me, embedded in my head
Listening isn’t
listening if I can’t say it to you back
Your words they hide
inside me, but my mind it turns to black
I could hear the
sound of leaving, as I watched you walk away
So many things were
in my mind, but nothing could I say
I could hear the
sound of thinking, but it wasn’t what I thought
And the rattle of
the prattle, inside my head forever it was caught
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