Yesteryear

Popping dreams of yesteryear,

your secrets kept me full of fear.

Revealing faults I had in spades,

forgiving all

the mistakes I made.

You had it all and wanted more.

And the look in your eyes

said you’d even the score.

But I’m not afraid

of what I can’t see.

And everyone keeps saying

it’s stupid of me.

Maybe it is, but you

don’t see me shaking.

And when we make love,

You know I'm not the one faking.

I get what I need

just to get by.

You've cut off my wings,

but I don't need to fly.

I kept my heart hidden,

concealed by my rage.

You couldn't see my escape

from inside your cage.

So open your eyes, but

not too wide.

Just enough to make

sure you’re satisfied.