Pretending

I wake up feeling the light in my eyes,

coming to understand what I mistakenly hoped for.

Nothing is as this beauty found within one’s soul,

bleeding breaking becoming true to myself.

A heart once loved broken by the pain,

fearing all that was a part of my dreams now dead.

There I find a place so warm covered in icy waters,

flames of passion killing the reasons for new desires.

Pretending not to care brings tears to my eyes,

bleeding from the sorrow I never allowed myself to know.

I can’t seem to grasp the feelings of true pain,

knowing only what I keep pretending to feel.

Light becomes the shadows in my dying soul’s blood,

beckoning the past to let go of my dreams.

Where love and light divide into broken hearts,

tasting the end without ever seeing the start.

Take from my eyes this blood of something never believed,

and find a way past the reasons for living again.











Johnny Love