Oh actions of mine…
I have nothing else to give you
only my fear inside
for my emotions have run us dry
and I feel so helpless to these things in my mind
wanting to undress myself from my own sins
wanting to be anything but what I’ve become
I need to feel that need
of something to fit myself into.
And I find it so hard to understand these actions of mine…
when I just want to fly away from it all
from my shame and my shadows
those things I keep hidden in the black petals
in the gated gardens tucked away somewhere in my shadowy mind.
I want to be where no one can reach me
want to hear only poetry of silence in the world outside.
Oh how I hate these actions of mine…
I long for the kindness of the people of yesterday
but the seasons have changed into the spring of diappointment
and mirrors only reflect to y0u all the things you hadn’t become
just mistakes
and mistakes all over again
Oh how I hate these actions of mine
