I don’t have the heart to hurt you,
to make you fly and let you fall hard,
to lift you up and see you bedazzled by the northern lights,
and let you feel the storm afterwards.
I don’t have the heart to share your pain and make you feel that I feel the same,
now blame it on the rain and scream until you feel sane.
I don’t have the heart to make your face gleam,
for this is only a dream,
now the light in you is dim, and loving me is a sin.
You say that everything will come into the right places,
but all I know is blurry faces.
I know too well that you think you’ve finally found, after being around,
but I don’t have the heart to see you dying while you go on different way, crying.
Right from the start you should not believe,
that this is a sign of relief,
for everyone leaves and you’ll be left with no air to heave.
Maybe it’s just a manifestation,
of love that needs reciprocation,
that will leave you in frustration,
and lost in translation.
I don’t have the heart to let you see love right under your nose,
and give you flower with torn like rose.
Coz life let’s us roll like dominoes,
and leaves us like an abandoned child on the loose.
“I don’t have the heart to hurt you” she says.
and I don’t have the heart to love you.