The sun must hurt, it shines so bright.
I’ve been seeing shadows, I swear
I won’t press you for judgement
I will cry, for long periods of time
the sun is setting now
I think it must hurt to shine
so bright for so long
but I wouldn’t know, at all
because I’ve never shined a day in my life.
I breath and I see and I live
but i don’t live for anyone else.
You don’t even see anyone
but your own reflection and what you want.
I haven’t met you yet
but I know you have no time for anyone else.
I like talking to you
but you only want to talk about her.
That isn’t a problem
but what if i want to talk to you
about yourself and me
about your love
that you guard so deep
and that heart
that shines through your smile.
i know you’ve seen her pictures
and i know that now you’re hooked
but what about me blazing eyes?
Don’t you see intelligence,
don’t you see wisdom?
Do you see anything
but what you want to see?
Will you ever see me?
I challenge you to the end of the earth
and by any and every competition known.
I must show you I am good enough
because my beauty,
unlike hers,
well never be found.
I will force you into fear
so you will want me
want me because I am strong
strong enough to be good enough
so you know i am meant to be
your number one.
SO… there is a guy. (I hate that line.)
Obviously.
He’s pretty cool, but i haven’t meet him yet.
My friend has just discovered her beauty. but that is dangerous. she not too bright, what happens if they abuse her? if they wield her will? she is not strong, not strong like i am. What will happen to her?
Beauty and intelligence should go hand in hand. One that is beautiful, is usually immediately powerful, or they can be. But what if (like my friend) there is no brains to match the beauty? What happens then? How do people like that do well for themselves? if they don’t even have good judgement to be clouded?
Iee-yieh-yieh. What happens now. I am not seriously infatuated. if fact i could careless. he’s probably stupid anyway. but what really gets me is, what about me? I am not stupid. I do not deserve rightfully to be the headstrong bitch, as is the label. I am strong, i am pretty and i know what i want and how to get it? Is that scary for guys to deal with or something? Are they scared? Well… they should be scared of me, because i am not scared of them, so they should be scared, but does that keep them away? and what are only the stupids ones the ones to come forward? is it because they do not fully grasp how badly i can hurt them? do they understand?
Grrr… life is do confusing, and love is even more confusing. I wish i had someones logical advice. But you cannot take advice on such topics. That would do you no good, for every human is different, so advice doesn’t really work from someone else to elsewhere.
