Broken Timelines and your Empty Promises

But time is an entity, to which there is a limit,
The gravity pulls us back into reality.
So the stars will always seem to be
A fraction too far away to grip.

Your lips were smooth
And tasted like your cherry lip balm
Your eyes were deeper than space itself
But bright like the stars
They gave me hope
Set my soul free
With the butterflies in my stomach
You took away the gravity that stopped me
Reaching up and plucking out a star for you

Now the universe it keeps expanding
And it’s taking you further from me everyday
Maybe you were never any good for me
(As everyone else seems to say)
But you made me gallop free
Instead of sitting home
A half empty bottle of jacks
And a couple of grams of MD

Your eyes were lying
And the promises you whispered in my ear
Were as empty as my universe
And as fake as me
The light you made
Was prosthetic
The butterflies weren’t excited
They were warning me that you would
Leave me an empty shell of what I used to be


Now the universe it keeps expanding
And it’s taking you further from me everyday
Maybe you were never any good for me
(As everyone else seems to say)
But you made me gallop free
Instead of sitting home
A half empty bottle of jacks
And a couple of grams of MD
(On second thoughts, I think,
you were even worse for me.
The time we have is limited
And I wont waste another second
With thoughts of you)