Shouting at the moon, I’ll pick myself up. <br />I must have misinterpreted what you call love, <br />and your tender behavior, it never did last, <br />‘cause it disappeared quicker than you can say fast. <br />So I decided to walk alone, fly with one wing, <br />follow my own footsteps - I‘m doing it for me. <br />I’ll pull my own weight and wipe my slate clean, <br />I‘ll rise to my own fame, I’ll fulfill my own dreams. <br /> <br />Your atmosphere lingers wherever I go, <br />and there’s a bandage on my heart - it covers a hole. <br />Been wandering ‘round aimlessly since you walked out, <br />now I’m deliberately flying in the face of myself. <br /> <br />You just passed by, didn’t even look up. <br />I clearly misunderstood; it never was love. <br />So I’ll protect myself and I’ll rise above, <br />‘cause there was nothing that was worth saving us. <br />And I’ll be looking back, regretting the mistake. <br />You were the worst decision I had ever made. <br />‘Cause you’re walking around, carrying yourself <br />with a grin on your forehead and a smile for a frown.<br /><br />Loraine Lotter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/flying-in-the-face-of-myself/
