Some lips tell the saddest stories It's not about the words you see It's about the silence more often It's about the smile she lost It's about the kiss you missed a lot It's about your name you die to hear Lips are not just some fleshy part Lips are the second heart
You are a scented candle. Your perfume is beautiful. You are running out of wax but you chose to be on fire, To spread brightness, In everyone's lives. I know, you will give more Until there is nothing. But you should notice That you'll die out slowly. You should stop messing about By burning yourself out. Do what makes you happy. Not what makes you proud.