People Are Strange.


Say they want love,
Say they want honesty,
When they get it, they run.
People are strange.

Want to hold you close,
But don’t want you to be mine,
Want you, but yet I don’t,
People are strange.

You close your eyes,
And smile as I hold your hand,
But you’d rather I let you go,
People are strange.

Such strangers to ourselves,
We force ourselves to become,
That even the mirrors say,
People are strange.

We’ll love him who scorns,
Upon every truth we present,
Cringe at the realities of you and I,
People are strange.

People are strange,
And we are stranger still,
To love when we know,
Aren’t we strange?

A Thought…

Its her wandering mind and restless soul…
Heart in decay, black as coal.

The self she sees in the mirror,
The sad owner, of this error.

Calm on the outside, a violent storm within,
This boat’s arocking, waves crashin’ in.

Nowhere to run, and none to hide,
She drowns along her love and pride…