so I wait for a day
just kneel and pray
please, please
don't do this
but I can't make you change
and I can't push you away
when your home is in my heart
my heart's in my head
but my head is a fickle little thing
and it won't let me decide
I don't carry the world on my shoulders
I carry it in my head
so a black river of tears
flooding the town with my fears
so ashamed of the grey,
so ashamed that I may
not be the princess,
that I might actually be
the ugly stepsister
or maybe I'm a teapot
unworthy of a name,
just left to wander the stars
invisibly and without purpose.
russell, you nailed it,
because it seems absurd unless
it's woven into the blanket
that covers society.
it seems absurd that anyone can lose
their thoughts to their feelings
that their heart can outweigh their head
but it can and it does and it will
it always will.