Misunderstood

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Bulls bullied a tender me,
I always knew it was a time for weeds.
Bulls bullied a tender me
But all I ever returned was peeps.
The strong were weak
And called my patient meekness weak.
Who’d ever have thought a feeble me
Shall become a strong worker bee.
My deep set eyes,
You couldn’t see them with rapid goodbyes.
The vicious volcanic intensity of my voice,
You only will hear of naught myriad boys.
My big hands never wrapped her neck,
I ought to have been sleeping in my bed.
Truth is too silent to have saved me from the isolation of crime
By virtue of my youth’s prime.
Time had rescued me from an embarrassing pool
And plunged me into a forest of woe.

Who’d have thought my stiff heart will stretch a beat ever for love,
Nobody could have guessed my just tongue will ever twist a lie.
And though my love never asked why,
My heart trespassed for the love,
And finally, thanks to the lies she had to fly
In a lack lustre bloody goodbye.

My life is a deception
To those at the mercy of its perception.
My intentions are maybe pure but good
But misunderstood can’t be understood.
It really is quiet easy and plain
If only I’ll be heard when I try to explain.

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Better Me Be Dead

index Verily time and space is a lonely place.
The shadow of the clouds of luck has long passed
Over my head.
The sweet juice from the fruit of pain diminishes,
My heart and its troubles are getting bigger,
Bigger and heavier than my chest’s space can accommodate.
The world is so silent
But I hear my heart’s heavy music;
A song pleading for its heart’s desire.

The paths I knew are now labyrinths,
Where’s the way back home?
The sweet dirge
Of her voice replays in my mind.
And her portrait in my dreams won’t be still!

How could there be alterations inside me?
Better me be dead
Than liaise with love.

My knowing and my awakened emotions argue.
I’m not in control anymore,
But if I let go
Will I find some peace?
My resolve brings pain and restlessness
And my loath brings some peace to my ears.
But there seems to be something beyond the two
That is seen by those far beyond my years.
My mind is tearing up too…

How could this happen to me?
Better me dead
Than liaise with love.