Fray
What is life if not the smiles of strangers,
The flowers in their hair that hide the dangers of romance;
Mystery that follows behind their glance?
Closeness is some kind of cardinal sin.
On the surface, do you not feel that layer of thin change,
A loss when you can confide? Is it strange?
Am I alone in this, am I alone?
What is love if not somebody's new cologne, rose scented?
I fear this is something I've invented.
The fresh morning smell and friends dear —
Close to heart, yet with unclear despondency,
Fear and love – a correspondency.
Familiarity – warm and yet I shiver,
What's to be done to deliver me some peace?
To embrace or to suffer on my knees?
And this is a secret, a whisper in the dark,
My burdens just a watermark I wear,
But for no one to see, that I swear.
© shishmish
The flowers in their hair that hide the dangers of romance;
Mystery that follows behind their glance?
Closeness is some kind of cardinal sin.
On the surface, do you not feel that layer of thin change,
A loss when you can confide? Is it strange?
Am I alone in this, am I alone?
What is love if not somebody's new cologne, rose scented?
I fear this is something I've invented.
The fresh morning smell and friends dear —
Close to heart, yet with unclear despondency,
Fear and love – a correspondency.
Familiarity – warm and yet I shiver,
What's to be done to deliver me some peace?
To embrace or to suffer on my knees?
And this is a secret, a whisper in the dark,
My burdens just a watermark I wear,
But for no one to see, that I swear.
© shishmish