Two Tears, One Woman By Jasen Sousa
Two Tears, One Woman
I’ve tried for too long,
tonight the feeling is just too strong.
Dreaming about being wrapped back inside her arms, I long
to return to the only world where I belong.
I’ve tried to go on, sometimes I become weak.
One of those moments where I rewind to our combined intertwined heat.
The more my mind tries to retreat,
the more the barrier around my heart continues to deplete.
My skin, similar to a leaf in the summer, if touched, it will break.
I spend my night trying to rekindle a feeling, staring at the ceiling wide awake.
My one and only crush, my one and only experience of lust. Call us soul mates
who were never able to fulfill our fate.
She’s in a relationship she can’t escape, I choose to be alone.
Every moment that goes by when I don’t even get to say, hi, I turn to stone.
little pieces of me are blown in the wind, back to my soul, they can’t be sewn.
I fell in love with her when I was 13, and I still feel the same way now that I’m grown.
I can never outrun her voice’s tone, she’s inside of me hiding
and she appears on those days when I’m barely surviving.
Trying to forget is just like lying.
Two tears one woman, a young girl who left this old boy forever crying.
Taken From
A Mosaic of My Mind By Jasen Sousa (Written at age 24)
©
I’ve tried for too long,
tonight the feeling is just too strong.
Dreaming about being wrapped back inside her arms, I long
to return to the only world where I belong.
I’ve tried to go on, sometimes I become weak.
One of those moments where I rewind to our combined intertwined heat.
The more my mind tries to retreat,
the more the barrier around my heart continues to deplete.
My skin, similar to a leaf in the summer, if touched, it will break.
I spend my night trying to rekindle a feeling, staring at the ceiling wide awake.
My one and only crush, my one and only experience of lust. Call us soul mates
who were never able to fulfill our fate.
She’s in a relationship she can’t escape, I choose to be alone.
Every moment that goes by when I don’t even get to say, hi, I turn to stone.
little pieces of me are blown in the wind, back to my soul, they can’t be sewn.
I fell in love with her when I was 13, and I still feel the same way now that I’m grown.
I can never outrun her voice’s tone, she’s inside of me hiding
and she appears on those days when I’m barely surviving.
Trying to forget is just like lying.
Two tears one woman, a young girl who left this old boy forever crying.
Taken From
A Mosaic of My Mind By Jasen Sousa (Written at age 24)
©