"The Melancholy Of The Heartless Ones"
The Melancholy Of The Heartless OnesIf I feel then I am weak.
If I don’t then I am strong.
I’m not lonely...
I’m just scared to be alone.
If I feel then I am weak.
If I don’t then I am strong.
I’m not lonely...
I’m just scared to be alone.
If I let on...that I wasn’t soulless...
that I was seeking solace in the midst of the solstice...
and longing to be hosted by a genuine hostess....
who would pamper my heart with ingenuous motives...
I would’ve never approached this....
Melancholy of the heartless ones....
Melancholy of the heartless ones....
If you never knew I was a heartless one...
constantly in search of artless fun...
keeping appearances...an Arctic Hun...
there would still be holes in my soul...but...
barring none.
I’d keep moving forward...
instead of marching...run...
in to the open arms of a sparkling sun...
emotional confetti...the harp has sung...
and no signs that the dark has won...
but what about the....
Melancholy of the heartless ones....
Melancholy of the heartless ones....
But maybe you took my heart for fun...
a smile and a wave...so artful done...
so wild you behaved...a part of none...
so vile a knave...I hark...you shun.
So while I sing the praise of the darkness come...
Maybe you should join...
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the melancholy....of the heartless ones.
© 2010 Malik Peterson. All Rights Reserved
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