As it seems
You stand by the window
Starin at the rain
You hope for the sunshine
To take away the pain
Nothin's ever as it seems
I thought I saw a bird
But my mind was swimmin
With your every word
Tell me, is this real
Or am I dead
I wish I felt blank
There's pain instead
There's a rainbow
Across the sky
But you see just black
I don't know why
Nothin's ever as it seems
I thought I saw you fly
But it's just me
Don't know why I cry
Cos nothin's ever as it seems
Nothin's ever as it seems
Roll back, enjoy the dreams
Nothin's ever as it seems.
2 comments:
Do you imagine the tune, the melody when you write something? I always imagine a strumming behind your poetry, because it deserves to be lyrical instead.
Yes I do! Almost everything I write has a rhythm/melody behind it. I just don't have the talent/insturments/technology to record the music.
Though, most of the time, I forget the melody to the poem the day after I write it - like a dream.
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