It Is Easy For Me To Say

 It is easy for me to say.. Rise up, when you fall..

For the shoes I am wearing, is not mine to recall.

It is justifying and manipulating, when I say.. I know how you feel..

But while you weep, as your eyes grow dim..

Inside my heart, there are branches to trim.


It is easy for me to say... Call me if you need me..

But when the phone rings, I hide or I flee.

My words become arrows, shooting where they may..

For they hit and cut asunder, the ones too weak to pray.


It is easy for me to say.. Hold on a little longer..

When absence does not make, the heart grow any fonder.

At times I profess to others, that I am who I am not..

Quickened by desires, that deceives in every plot.


It is easy for me to say.. My doors are always open..

Come and be refreshed, in chambers without hoping.

But when I feast my eyes


upon you, standing at my gate..

Like a stagnant river, I strive to make you wait.


It is easy for me to say.. I love you more than words..

When deep within my psyche, my milk refuse to curd.

A liar and deceiver, an actor on a stage..

Is who I am to others, for my dwelling is a cage.



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