just like smoke leaves my mouths you left me.
one puff, two puffs,
you said that i strung you along for so long but when you asked i said: "yes."
we happened so quickly
i was happy
as soon as i was yours, you treated me as a friend and treated her better
out of anger, i left you and you didn't even stop me
you wanted a reason and i gave you the weakest excuse ever
my lie was transparent and this made you smile
i'm still angry
now i smoke to forget you
like smoke lingers then vanishes, i hope you never think of or even remember me
Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
the wind creeps quietly into my window
i let the breeze run over my shoulders somehow this comforts my lonesome soul
then it gently begins to lift papers from my desk
leaving them to slowly fall onto the concrete floor
the same way i'd fallen the night before
though when it is dark tonight
my guest will tell me that it'll be leaving soon
i will close my window
and act selfishly
there will be a loud noise behind me
my guest will shut the door
while asking me to let him go
"this is hard," i'll say
what i say won't matter anyway
he simply cannot stay
then, i will have to let go of him
i'll have to open my window
allow the wind to be free
while i feel captured between these four cold walls
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 7:52 PM UTC
I watched you fall in love
You wrote songs everyday about her
You were happy
I couldn't help but think:
"No! Don't do it. Don't waste your love on her!"
I kept my thoughts to myself
Watched you get your feelings hurt
Bit by bit
I was there
While you were being used as a doormat
Your anger, you swept underneath a rug
And I could never be more than your best friend
Your foolish, naïve and hopelessly in love best friend
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 12:03 PM UTC
Come and find me!
Come and find me, you weakling
Come and find me in the evening
Come and find me while I'm sleeping
Find me while I'm dreaming
Come and find me!
Come and find me, myself I am revealing
Come and find me in the morning
I'll still be ready for you
When I'm yawning
Find me, I'm waiting
I growing tired of waiting
Come and find me
Come and find me!
Nov 16, 2013
Nov 16, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
He opened his
He couldn't see anything
Even in the moonlight
Pitch black surrounded him
Was this darkness worth anything?
He slept
He awoke to blinding light
He'd been over-indulging the previous night
Surrounded by ***** smoking, late nights and the harlots
Normally these would all be sins
Yet to him this was normal
This was the only life he knew
Nov 15, 2013
Nov 15, 2013 at 12:18 PM UTC