"Semantics"

You know precious little about me.
You're caught in the middle of a fantasy and a dream,
And fairy tales, they do come true only to knights in shiny suits,
And I fear love will never come to you.
I'm caught on the outside looking inward
At a heart (through darkened windows) so in need,
But there is nothing I can say. Your tainted views get in the way,
And I fear you'd not see it if it came...
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And shouted, screaming mad, just to be heard,
And doubted, feeling sad; misunderstood,
All wrapped up in a twilight reverie.
Semantics are all that could set it free
...to be, feel, loved for real.
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I'm grateful for the cold quiet you gave,
And the chance to let the truth assault me to my face.
Destiny is calling me. It's not just some sick, slanted dream
To know that I have already been healed.
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I've tried so hard, selflessly as always
To fit the shards into a perfect puzzle piece.
Enlightened by my codependency,
Semantics are what finally set me free
...to be, feel, loved for real,
Someday.