Bleeding stones

 

let me write to you,

a story tonight.
Of what lies within,
hidden from the light..

let me write to you
of the euphoria you felt.
of the tenderness and warmth,
which made your heart melt...

let me write to you,
of the promises we made.
of a sweet song of life,
an unending serenade.

let me write to you,
of the person you loved..
of the charms for which you fell
and the loving you loved..

let me write to you,
of your desire to know.
of my guarded prisons,
the ones you forced me to show..

let me write to you,
of your agony and disbelief.
at the sight of my soul,
which was only so brief...

let me write to you,
of how you fell apart..
at my numbness to pain,
and the stone like my heart..

let me write to you,
of how you mis-believed..
that my love wasn't true,
and you were deceived .

let me write to you,
of your love for me..
at how you could not stand,
a part of the real me...

let me write to you,
of that which you shall never read...
of that stone you thought i had,
which in darkness now bleeds...

Let me write to you,
the most real truth you failed to see,
that inspite of all i loved you,
you just couldn't love the real me ..

Let me write to you,
a story tonight..
of the cracks that let through,
not a shred at daylight...

you thought unfortunate,
you meant nothing in my life,
in how many ways didn't i tell you,
that you were why i was alive...
a stone, i was, maybe yes,
but felt like a rose
with you by my side..