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three years of brilliant naivety laugh, markers in hand,
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the woman's gaze sparks flashes of blue
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those three words are four now and waiting on one,
that rests on their love and cares not that they’re young.
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there is a light. there is a flame. i knew it once, now it’s burning bright again.
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i can’t seem to hate you yet.
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and I NEVER KNEW YOU—or, love, shall I say,
I knew you not until that fateful day
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i want to spray-paint messages on every brick wall in this town, or put up angry billboards and refuse to tear them down.
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thirty five hours of mayhem a week
with late shifts and caffeine and all work and no sleep
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so in half-plastered rage i shattered that glass
and vowed to leave you in the distant past.
by deathbyfrootloopsxx
42 lines,
on Aug 7 2:08 PM. In Hope, Life, Love, Pain, Personal, Sad, Goodbye, Alcohol, Addiction, Friendship
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but perfection only happens when it’s fake.
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in private conversations versus public display,
you’re a million different people and you can’t help but sway
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They seem to always come in pairs—
the broken, the damned, the bruised and the bare
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such brutal pain, and all in vain;
this Kingdom is not for you to gain.
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maybe i don’t feel anything for you at all.
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her innocent tears had started to freeze.
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As roses are red, as sunbeams are bright,
so I am entwined with your sparkling white.
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the day we fell, Christmas did too, and all it meant to me.
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Not one of you wills to hold open my door.
Not one of you knows just what friends are for.
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of wrinkled clothes and tousled hair,
the scent of a single sin in the air.
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and through this golden month when the trees do lament,
my year without you has not been well spent.
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so please don’t check what time it is—i just can’t let us part.
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by deathbyfrootloopsxx
46 lines, 1 comment,
on Jul 11 11:07 AM 2008. In Abuse, Love, Life, Hope, Lyrics, Pain, Personal, Sad, Spiritual
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and now comes time for you to prioritize.
will you succumb to the battle or the hope in my eyes?
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you know i tried, you know i cried, when i realized what i'd done.
you know this didn't have to end, but our past had re-begun.
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cause the whispers can swim and the gossip can sprint,
and it's clear she's in pain but they won't take the hint.
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shh--just listen. can you hear your soul speak?
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no, you stare into nothing--no cure for the pain.
i guess you're lost in yourself again.
by deathbyfrootloopsxx
69 lines, 1 comment,
on Jun 30 9:16 PM 2008. In Abuse, Angst, Dark, Hope, Life, Pain, Personal, Sad, Society
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