An evening like many others
the same faces but you were there
pretend to be present
but with the mind where you were.
Presumption and certainty
you wore them as a virtue
you carried only yourself
as if I had something more
and I let you vent
I let you talk talk
of what you wanted
of experiences lived and paid
of fears and dormant cravings
that you bring in you
you reproach yourself for being beautiful
that only want you for that
but you're a woman
a woman with a thousand problems
a woman with her wishes
and maybe a soul
an evening like many others
the same faces
but now you are there
I thought I was the strongest
but you broke out in my mind.
Do not tell me I'm not honest
which is not true
what I feel
I've never been so true
and acting is not me.
I feel like a fist inside
a feeling that I can not remember anymore.
An evening like many others
the same faces
but now you are there
Only among all we can make this a better place :)