If I didn't know trust

If I didn't know trust

~Miss A


I came to see, a glimpse of you, through the pecking woods, and I saw you,

Saw you from afar, in this deep black blue shirt, long enough to cover your calf,

And I know when I'll come, those eyes that doesn't seem to sketch would dwell so deep,

I'll rushing to you, as if I was being pulled, can't control it, so instead I walk slowly.

Whatever that was on my mind now erased,

Through the gush of the cool autumn wind,

That ran between your wait for me and my face,

Shall I stop in here, take a look at you, don't know how I found you, what's at stake,

Now the chirping of birds, sounds like how you breathe in this dusk, 

The coffee you hold, I hope it holds to your taste,

And I don't know where to begin, but I melody is set,

In back of mind it's sweet, it's condensing, and as it goes the melody iterates. 


I could, love you better,

If I didn't know, how to trust in you.

Girl, I could protect you better,

If I didn't know, how to trust in you. 


I hope that when it is time,

Don't take the bullet for me,

Let me be it, let me go through,

For else it'll be a bigger sin.


I hope that when it's time,

You could trouble me, 

Than let it trouble you,

Know the pain cannot be yours.


I could, love you better,

If I didn't know, how to trust in you.

I could, oh girl, protect you better,

If I didn't know, how to trust in you. 


They say that it is the building block,

Of the par stronger relationships,

But I know, you'll always lie,

When it comes to see me hurt.


I know you're strong enough,

No arguments, stronger than me, 

But mama, raised me a crisp potential man,

Not a flower, which in wind wilts.


And girl, I could, love you better,

If I didn't know, how to trust in you.

I could protect you better,

If I didn't know, how to trust in you. 


I am gonna do a hit and miss,

Hope my trick mockery,

Gets you angry and makes you spill,

All that you plan to do if something's not right. 


And in the wildness of thought I see disdain,

Worst you won't try to love me again,

I don't show my tears, no matter what it'd be,

But it's burning my cheeks in public.


And I could love you better,

If I didn't know, how to trust, in you,

I could, just protect you better,

If I didn't know, how to trust, in you.


I can't mistake it, it's me, 

Not a habit to change,

It is me,

The pain of the grief is sweet.


I'll rather watch you from afar,

Then let me break you, 

You're the crest I found,

Filled with my all wishes, I'm at war. 


I could, love you better,

If I didn't know, how to trust in you.

I could, oh girl, protect you better,

If I didn't know, how to trust in you.


My life, for myself I speak,

I rehearse through the lines, I queak,

My soul, that would help me pen,

When heard, I understand but it's languageless.


Let me know, promise me,

You'll speak to me, 

When it gets your teeth,

I can't else bear it with me.


Girl, I could, love you better,

If I didn't know, how to trust in you.

I could, oh girl, protect you better,

If I didn't know, how to trust in you.


I used to strode, so dauntlessly,

Now I fall to the ground,

The weight crumbling,

Shivers me down my knees.


Didn't know, could feel so helpless,

Shivering just to see you fine,

And as I get pulled by you,

I hope I could see though thick lies.


Girl, I could love you more,

If you let me see your melencholy,

This responsibility, to let the other be safe,

Let me share it with you, I beg so please.


I could love you better,

If I know what you'll throw yourself for,

I could protect you better,

If I knew the hollows of your heart. 


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