I Can't Help It Today
I Can't Help It Today
Why do I sit dreaming day after day
thinking of you and feeling this way?
thinking of you and feeling this way?
When you never notice, you never care
To glance my way twould be a grand affair.
But I can't help the way I feel today,
My head is swimming, my heart in disarray.
It isn't logical, it doesn't make sense
So I sit in silence, the soul's defense.
Did this window open when a door shut?
Right now the view seems distorted somewhat.
Looking around, are you here, are you there?
This heart patiently hopes to hear you care.
But I can't help the way I feel today,
My head is swimming, my heart in disarray.
It isn't logical, it doesn't make sense
So I sit in silence, the soul's defense.
This road of unfilled dreams and ling'ring hopes
Mercilessly keeps me bound in these ropes
Of a powr'ful force that can't be obtained.
Still feelings are silent, composure maintained.
But I can't help the way I feel today,
My head is swimming, my heart in disarray.
It isn't logical, it doesn't make sense
So I sit in silence, the soul's defense.
~Vetta Bogdanoff
Game Over
Game Over
Animations overplayed
Lost in a fantasy world
Where guns don't really kill
And thieves aren't really real
Where all that happens is
Controlled.
Life's reality hits hard
Demanding so much more
As the heart spins on axles.
For hearts aren't made of pixels.
Love happens,
Uncontrolled.
But you can't play a heart
As if it's found in a box
Locked away
Begging to be played
A separate entity
Controlled.
For it races and it palpitates
It's hurt by silent strains.
Lack of words contain
Hurt deeper than physical pain
And feelings remain
Uncontrolled.
A game's dreaded moment,
A fateful mistake,
All efforts exhaust
And yet the players lost
Even so, a safe environment
Controlled.
The head hears silence
Little promise remains for two
And I wait with no sense of hope
Doing my best, appearing to cope
Silent words resound, Game Over
Uncontrolled.
~Vetta Bogdanoff
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When Cinderella Awakens
When Cinderella Awakens
A hope long harbored, innermost dreams
Playing out as a memory, so distant it seems.
And I awaken, and you disappear;
A lonely face stares back from the mirror.
And I'm standing here waiting for a dream,
The one my heart suspects will never be.
And your world keeps turning, unaware
Of the emotions inspired, or do you not care?
But still a heart dances up from the floor
With every nuance waiting, to find what's in store.
A memory, a look, a smiling word,
Then midnight strikes and I know it's absurd.
Nothing but a wish remains, a simple pray'r;
And you fade away until you're not there.
Fairytale meant to be, fable or lore,
A tale unfolding, or disappointment in store?
The heart wasn't made to contain this yearning;
It's a fact everyday that I'm learning.
A servant to my heart's silent whim
Through all the tears my vision grows dim.
I can't focus, I can't concentrate;
Let me relive the dream, my heart won't abate.
~Vetta Bogdanoff
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