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Confession
Written by: Ceorl Einrich
Date: Wednesday, August 17th, 2022
Addressed to: Everyone
I wish I could just say what I'm writing here
I'm not that good with words, but I'll deal with my fear.
I can never get them out when I mean to.
All words leave me when I see you.
Lightning flashes in my head each time you smile
My world gets turned upside down for a little while.
When you're close, I fly higher than my wings can take me
And the storm in my heart, well it nearly breaks me.
You're so far out of my league you're on another plane
And I know all too well that this love's in vain
But I can't stop a storm just by wishing it gone
And in the centre of it all, you're the only one.
I don't need things to change, I just needed to vent
Nearly mad with restraint, now my anxiety's spent
It's hard to keep in everything that I want to say
But I do because I'm scared it'll drive you away
And you're already out of my reach
Even when I'm next to you, it's no figure of speech
And I accept that, I have no expectations.
No secret agenda, no dark intimations.
Just a hopeless romantic, kneeling at your altar
Forever worshipping an Angel of Ruin from afar.
Penned by my hand on the 19th of Valnuary, in the year 895 AF.
Confession
Written by: Ceorl Einrich
Date: Wednesday, August 17th, 2022
Addressed to: Everyone
I wish I could just say what I'm writing here
I'm not that good with words, but I'll deal with my fear.
I can never get them out when I mean to.
All words leave me when I see you.
Lightning flashes in my head each time you smile
My world gets turned upside down for a little while.
When you're close, I fly higher than my wings can take me
And the storm in my heart, well it nearly breaks me.
You're so far out of my league you're on another plane
And I know all too well that this love's in vain
But I can't stop a storm just by wishing it gone
And in the centre of it all, you're the only one.
I don't need things to change, I just needed to vent
Nearly mad with restraint, now my anxiety's spent
It's hard to keep in everything that I want to say
But I do because I'm scared it'll drive you away
And you're already out of my reach
Even when I'm next to you, it's no figure of speech
And I accept that, I have no expectations.
No secret agenda, no dark intimations.
Just a hopeless romantic, kneeling at your altar
Forever worshipping an Angel of Ruin from afar.
Penned by my hand on the 19th of Valnuary, in the year 895 AF.