My interpretation is based on the convo which is ongoing and my poem ~~
I think osa had feelings for someone who’s dating someone else and now he wanted to woo her and win her over but since that goes against his own moral compass... he was in doldrums and great internal strife... in the end he chose to resist the temptation ~~
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Wings
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I'll tell the story of a bird,
who wished to fly,
to stretch his wings
and touch the sky
to kiss the Sun,
as clouds pass by
yet all he could do,
was but watch and sigh
His wings were broken
and his feathers torn
His mind was weary
and his body worn
as the song he sung
hid the scars he bore,
a coward’s soul,
a heart forlorn.
.
And although he knew,
it was but in his mind,
that all wounds will heal,
if given their time.
The past was over,
should be cast aside,
he’d turn his head
or run and hide.
Too afraid to step,
through the open door!
Content to watch,
though wanting more!!
His wings stretched wide,
reached out to soar!!!
...but trapped in memories,
of Wings clipped before.
Envy
Met a girl,
Across the net.
Weird,closed and wise.
Wisecracking and philosophical,
Indeed a thinking person's delight.
Is that all to her ?
One wonders;
But, sweet Jesus no,
It's a matryoshka doll.
An enigma,
A Faceless face.
So different from the people I know,
Why am I still here I wonder,
Am I interested?
No!
Witty banter??
Not enough of a reason!!
What is it??
What is it??
It's Envy,
Manifesting for the first time
Why?
Why??
Why is this so????
why this ugliness??????
I envied her,"don't give a fuck attitude!"
Envied her coz she appears so unchained,
And most of all I envy her coz she loves herself the most,
More than her love for others,
More than the world,
Not bothered,
About their views, thoughts and opinions.
Nothing to hold her back,
Nothing to anchor her down....
Envy her as I see her fly,
While being chained to the world.
This is my Favorite I've done in awhile (at least of those I have saved)
No Regrets
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Despite my Smile, Despite the Grin,
I couldn't seem to let others in.
this Heart of Glass was cracked before,
so filled with scars that cried "No more!"
When I reached out a pleading hand,
old vows crumbled to shifting sand,
Met with silence when questioned "Why?"
In time I thought, "Why even try?"
.
The armor I'd wore for so long
The walls I'd built and thought so strong
You stripped them away piece by piece
did what I couldn't and brought me peace.
So even if I'm still afraid
and scars still scream "You'll be betrayed!"
I'll not regret that you're my Friend.
So you're stuck with me to the end
As long as I keep wishing for an ideal situation like this https://youtu.be/Pkh8UtuejGw
And can't have it...
I can't be happy... I will just have to pretend... I will just have to control. Or I will go insane.
Also, unsurprisingly, now, the first thing that comes to my mind when I see a song or a poetry is not the composer, but myself...
It’s like you interpret them based on your life history and there’s no right interpretation... so that’s why you see yourself cuz it’s easier to interpret that way XD
Ofc you can force yourself to look from another’s perspective, it’s called God’s eye view but most ppl self insert to better understand something(I don’t) I prefer being the god’s eye XXD
I love it when you call me señorita
I wish I could pretend I didn't need ya
But every touch is ooh la la la
It's true, la la la
Ooh, I should be running
Ooh, you keep me coming for ya
{ Even if that name he calls isnt senorita, and even if those touches are nothing but virtual hugs, but Nyan the great finds it... RELATABLE! if not... She wants it to be. She imagines it to be }
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