My Love
Unspoken Flames: Lucy Kruger's Poetic Journey of Love and Solitude
Lyrics
Fire on the edge of my tongue
Expressing a passionate feeling, comparing it to a burning sensation at the tip of the speaker's tongue.
I’m too un-young to always wanna be on the run
Feeling too old to constantly be on the run or pursue a fast-paced lifestyle.
Spiders are shedding their skin
Metaphorically describing a period of transformation, likening it to spiders shedding their skin.
But I ain’t got the legs
Acknowledging a limitation or inability to undertake a certain action.
And I ain’t built my web
Not having established the necessary foundation or structure for a particular endeavor.
My love so all alone
Expressing a sense of loneliness or isolation in the speaker's love.
When all your hands can’t seem to hold me
Highlighting a struggle to be held or supported, even when surrounded by hands that can't provide comfort.
The fight grew dull tonight
Describing a diminishing intensity in a conflict or struggle experienced by the speaker.
And all my love can’t seem to shake you
Despite the speaker's love, it seems ineffective in overcoming or moving on from a particular situation or person.
This little fire can’t seem to wake you
The speaker's efforts, represented by a metaphorical fire, are unable to capture the attention or awaken the other person.
Quiet on the edge of my limbs
Describing a calm or stillness at the edge of the speaker's limbs.
The sounds that grow seem to wilt before they show
Suggesting that the potential for positive developments is stifled or withers away before becoming apparent.
And I’m too cold to undress this skin
Feeling emotionally distant or unresponsive, making it difficult to reveal vulnerabilities.
So the layers begin to lose the soft within
As the speaker peels back layers, the softer, more delicate aspects of themselves are lost or diminished.
My love so all alone
Reiteration of the sense of isolation or loneliness in the speaker's experience of love.
When all your hands can’t seem to hold me
Despite the presence of hands, there is an inability to find solace or connection.
The fight drew dull tonight
Reiterating a diminishing intensity in the conflict or struggle experienced by the speaker.
And all my love can’t seem to shake you
Despite the speaker's love, it remains ineffective in overcoming or moving on from a particular situation or person.
And this little fire can’t seem to wake you
Reiterating the ineffectiveness of the metaphorical fire in capturing the attention or awakening the other person.
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