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Bad BoyI must shed no tears for you, love.
That will break our sacred limit.
I love the way I ache for you.
The way you make me sicken in the heart,
The way your smile lights my day.
Your touch, so cold...
It lights the fires of my heart.
When you're not near,
I look to the moon,
and think of only those moments,
Of falling hard for you.
Though you never caught me...
Nor will you ever help me on my feet.
But for now, I will kiss your lips,
Feel your touch,
Is it real?
Or is it a facade?
Do you enjoy fucking with my mind?
I enjoy it, too.
They scream and yell at the top of their lungs.
The hurt in your eyes and the pain on your tongue,
Itching to shout your mind.
They tremble with misunderstanding and concern.
Distrust, maybe a bit of disgust.
Your tears, they swell up
To crash into the ocean of a life,
A life you want to live as your own.
You are doing your thing,
Happy as you can be,
Despite the circumstances.
And they scream and cry,
They treat you like you don't feel anymore.
As if because you are changing,
You are something else,
With no feelings, no heart.
Yeah, you want to get inked.
Your hand delicately and intricately labours over morbid arts,
You hear the notes of songs that bring you happiness...
But they don't understand.
So they scream.
Your mouth is sewn shut and you die a little on the inside.
What if they knew what was inside your head?
That most of the time,
You are putting on a mask,
A socially acceptable happy medium.
Give me PainIn a weak state,
My mind is trying to rebound.
I only want to be loved,
But not really.
I want to be free from commitment,
Only commit to your hips.
I only want pain,
But not of the soul.
I want the kind of love
That makes me sick
Only in the best way.
Not the way he does,
But the way you do.
The dark inside feeds
On the dark in your heart
That I don't even know.
I can't RememberSongs of the heart,
Are not meant to be written,
This is true in part…
I can’t remember the words,
Or the song…
But I remember the meaning…
Cannot truly be sung,
I can’t remember,
The words to my song…
And I’ll never remember,
Only the feeling,
Trapped in amber,
From this silly stick.
And in our minds,
We are all drawn together,
By the threads
Of a life,
And I remember,
You all along.
Those fleeting moments,
Where the words just flow out,
Moving the mouth,
Priceless as it seems,
Comes with a window,
You can’t keep open.
I’m not a musician,
I can’t remember the words to my song,
But I know it was the blues….
We are all alone together…
This is LifeShe drowsily floats through the world,
styles of life flashing before her eyes.
It's all a dream in a movie in a dream.
She delicately fixes her hair and then fucks it up.
She smiles because they say it will make her feel better,
but only tears and a grimace appear.
Mirrors are enemies sometimes.
Staring into eyes of strangers,
lost in thought and lust.
Not really sure of what goes on,
yet entirely knowing.
Things are fucked, she thinks.
These thoughts are not soothing,
but they soothe her aching mind of it's own self-absorbed world.
Her hair changes with the leaves,
her eyes grow sadder and wiser.
She floats as a ghastly sight through her life,
guilt and fear destroys.
Old songs pang old memories.
Loneliness. Insanity. Lust. Insanity.
Love. Insanity. Curiosity. Insanity.
Bravery. Loneliness. Insanity.
So much guilt she carries in her heart and over her shoulder.
Faces are beautiful. Raindrops too.
She's writing her wrist away and brooding in her darkness,
for she feels f
Freezing ColdHow frozen these times are;
Time flows slowly and rapidly,
All the same.
Frozen are my emotions,
Frozen am I about your
Figure slinking away in the day,
I am afraid.
Not of you.
I'm not sure of what.
But all I know is that my fear
And my general love of life,
Is not frozen.
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