So perfect. So prominent. So sure.
A captivating smile I can no longer endure.
Your skin upon my skin a moment living forever,
I can still hear you whisper how we’re better together
Then you find out she’s nothing but a ****
Who keeps you coming back for more.
Out of your chest she’ll steal your heart,
As she leaves you washed up on her shore.
Mar 16, 2011
Mar 16, 2011 at 4:55 PM UTC
To each its own I sincerely dwell,
Mischievous wonders, spiteful wishes to hell.
To strongly hate, or slowly mistrust,
The things we had, a history in rust.
Mar 16, 2011
Mar 16, 2011 at 4:49 PM UTC
Run down with incompetence, I have always been a lost cause,
Your persona of proficiency, however, blinded others from my flaws,
Shadowed by greatness, I wonder where I went wrong,
Seemingly out of place I hope to find where I belong.
Mar 16, 2011
Mar 16, 2011 at 4:39 PM UTC
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who’s the fairest of them all?
Well dear your face has quiet the looks,
But your personality isn’t pretty in anyones books.
You bicker, you frown, you must have your way,
Those of no importance see no time of your day.
Such attitudes, such habits, they come back to haunt
When you realize you’ve lost what it is that you want.
Mar 16, 2011
Mar 16, 2011 at 4:33 PM UTC
You do things from your heart.
It gets thrown back in your face
There’s no sense in caring.
Loves all about the chase.
Mar 16, 2011
Mar 16, 2011 at 4:00 PM UTC
Worn down seams are covered by the hard covers we present,
If you took the time to read my contents, would you ease up and relent?
Or would you stick me on your shelf, amongst others there to rot?
Forget me there and move along without a second thought?
Mar 16, 2011
Mar 16, 2011 at 3:52 PM UTC
When I’ve come undone you’ll know where I’ll be,
Right where I belong,
Drowning in your sea.
Mar 16, 2011
Mar 16, 2011 at 3:50 PM UTC
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who’s the fairest of them all?
Well dear your face has quiet the looks,
But your personality isn’t pretty in anyones books.
You bicker, you frown, you must have your way,
Those of no importance see no time of your day.
Such attitudes, such habits, they come back to haunt
When you realize you’ve lost what it is that you want.
Mar 16, 2011
Mar 16, 2011 at 3:46 PM UTC