Real love
would say do what makes you happy.
Real love
would want you to be happy.
Real love
would still be there to help you get up
when you fall down.
Real love*
would tell you the truth.
Real love
would tell you that you are special,
you are worth something.
Real love
would tell you that you deserve so much better
than what you get.
Real love
would be willing to be friends with you
no matter what happens between y'all.
Real love
would hope that you find true love one day.
Real love
would stay up and talk to you all night.
Thats real love
...............

My vision went blank
The memory is gone
When I wasn't there

I was held captive
By the bottle of falsity
In the midst of a crowd

My deepest possession
Was stolen in the dark
I was more dead then them

But I woke up in life
In the hell of my sins
Drowned by own blood

A strange taste sunk in
Bittersweet like rind
But it burned like liquor

My flesh was emptied
I was carrying my heart
As it diminished in hand

The air was thick and wild
My lungs filled by dust
Of what was left behind

My song turned melancholic
As my soul hid quickly
With the depths of my spirit

The years passed
And like a mirage
They dissipated

Now I dine alone
At the broken table
I placed in my home

There's a part I've lost
A place I'll never find
I am the ghost of my death

"I'm used to it," she numbly says.
And that's how you knew she was broken.

i remember when
you cried at the top of your lungs
saying if you lose me
you'd lose yourself

today i saw you lose yourself
in her eyes

i'm on a mad rush
to see each one gush
that lovely smile
not one but many
in each new mile
lest i procrastinate
and find one sad day
that people have forgotten
how to smile and be happy
that they have become too civilized
let me capture the sun in their eyes
and savour the deep spontaneous laughs
by people with authentic feelings
quite unlike the plastic brigade
nurtured on too much television

she's wearing someone's skin
and you fell for it again
but love is just pretend