Smiling feels funny. Almost like I shouldn’t be. Almost like I don’t deserve it. Laughing is hard. Conversation is hard. Shouldn’t it be easier?
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I can never be clever,
When I am ur lover,
With you wanting to be my master,
Whom I suspect to be a winger,
You encompass my life to be a thriller,
For people to Smule,
With a ban for smile,
A ban to be real me.
I decided to give cathedral thinking,
Longing for my Lochinvar,
......
As the plush car screeched to a stop at the signal
She raised her tired, reluctant head and looked up
through the misty window pane to see the dimly lit window
of a room-
The room high up there-
Does the person living there have expectations too?
Is she greeted by a pair of smiling eyes as she returns after a tough day?
Does she nestle within the cradled warmth of sheltered, loving arms at night?
Expectations- that throttle you, strip you of your dreams:
Yet, each breath is an expectation…for love, for happiness
......
Sandwiched between reality and fantasy,
A tour from unconditional to unconventional love,
Neither sharing nor shading,
Almost solitude like a wounded lion,
The bruises that you gave
Left me with the deep cut scar,
I can see a brimming river cut a bank,
Possibilities and probabilities we dismissed
Are taken to the life court for Flemish now,
For all you do to me,
......
Mama just wants a perfect Daughter,
Expectations keep coming like drops of water,
Drip,
Drip,
Soon the cup spills over.
Mama doesn't know,
She doesn't try to understand,
The expectations overflow.
......
You see that butterfly?
It’s beautiful right, but isn’t it also a bit scary, when looking at plain sight.
I don’t know about you,
But it sometimes seems like that beauty is not always good to have or to yearn for.
What is even beauty?
Is it something you can measure by asking the population’s opinion?
Is it something I have to conform to depending in what beauty world I live in?
I am my own person, and I don’t want it any other way, but the butterfly is sometimes still there, flying around, questioning and pestering you.
But when you touch it it’s apparently dangerous,
Because then it’s not able to fly anymore.
......
Mama just wants a perfect Daughter,
Expectations keep coming like drops of water,
Drip,
Drip,
Soon the cup spills over.
Mama doesn't know,
She doesn't try to understand,
The expectations overflow.
......
As the plush car screeched to a stop at the signal
She raised her tired, reluctant head and looked up
through the misty window pane to see the dimly lit window
of a room-
The room high up there-
Does the person living there have expectations too?
Is she greeted by a pair of smiling eyes as she returns after a tough day?
Does she nestle within the cradled warmth of sheltered, loving arms at night?
Expectations- that throttle you, strip you of your dreams:
Yet, each breath is an expectation…for love, for happiness
......
I can never be clever,
When I am ur lover,
With you wanting to be my master,
Whom I suspect to be a winger,
You encompass my life to be a thriller,
For people to Smule,
With a ban for smile,
A ban to be real me.
I decided to give cathedral thinking,
Longing for my Lochinvar,
......
Sandwiched between reality and fantasy,
A tour from unconditional to unconventional love,
Neither sharing nor shading,
Almost solitude like a wounded lion,
The bruises that you gave
Left me with the deep cut scar,
I can see a brimming river cut a bank,
Possibilities and probabilities we dismissed
Are taken to the life court for Flemish now,
For all you do to me,
......