weddings; made me believe in fairy tales even though it doesn't exist in mine I still believe it is alive weddings bells confetti flies champagne clinks all eyes smile deep inside I still hope high that fairy tales present in all our lives
even poets fall apart broken inside acknowledge the fright accept the pain to keep them sane and love again - just to fall apart then kept the cycle on repeat over heartbeat
These words only come When the night starts to hums I’m speaking in tongues Beating sticks to the drum Creating life out of lungs And poetry it becomes
Do you know what’s funny? You’re stabbing Each other’s throat Pretending not to look Projecting coming episode With a smirk on your emote Visualizing your next ***** excuses For you to spur And stab each other’s throat Then pretend not to look - That’s what funny
it doesn't interest me anymore the scent of you odour the sight of your face the sound of your voice it doesn't interest me anymore even if we breathe the same air shared the same space the same bed the same room the same house the same offspring it doesn't interest me anymore