Intentional Grounding
Criticism I can take with a grain of salt,
But then you throw it in my face,
The same place where you look me in the eyes,
The eyes that looked out with optimism,
Now the youthful shimmer is filled with pessimism,
We promised ourselves success,
When the smoke started you bailed,
I translated my feelings into words,
You put a backing track on it,
Made it less focused on the negatives,
Made them nod their heads,
Listen to my voice,
And not the message below the surface,
On the topside we WERE friends,
But running for the hills was an instinct,
And you tricked me,
Into waiting for your call,
That I couldn't get along,
Your future is in jeopardy and mine is barely written,
You'll be praying to find another me,
On this hill of words is where I'm sitting,
Always growing,
Always shaping,
The things all around me,
Should've helped me touch the sky,
Instead of try to ground me.
