Opinions, sayings and the disturbance.

For the brightest star in my night sky.

I truly trusted in words all my life,
behind the letters or beneath a voice.
But now I feel like I ran into a knife,
To keep quiet or not, I had the choice.

But I couldn’t. I had to tell,
what was on my mind had to be released.
So now again I made my own hell,
about what I said, you weren’t pleased.

Stumbling over my own arrogance,
being locked up by my pride.
Crumbling is my primary stance,
wich I used for myself to hide.

Does it really matter what I have to say?
Does it really count to wich god I pray?
Does it count for you what my opinion is?
I certainly may think different about this.

But no matter what I say and what I think,
it doesn’t matter if it hurts or if it doesn’t,
What counts is in you and in every blink.
maybe I should have been quiet but I wasn’t.

So now you may change if you want to,
and if you won’t then just don’t do.
What I feel will be the same forever,
I won’t leave you, not now, not ever.

My heart beats for you as usual,
and I’m sure this feeling is mutual.
I just found a small muddle hiding within you,
but I love your faults, just like I love you.

PS.: It seems to be just a small disturbance in my peace… but it just shooked me up and brought me to write another rhime.
I don’t regret what I’ve just said… but I regret that I waited too long…

I am truly yours…