Isn't odd how, Someone can break your heart, But only lose your trust? As if, If you search long and hard enough, You might find your trust, Which a careless person misplaced, But never fix your heart, Which a careless person dropped.
You told me never to fall for a poet. That their metaphor coated tongues would inevitably cloud my judgement, Yet every time you compared my smile to a fresh bag of wind My sun would creep out from between the overcast and warm my bones.
You told me never to fall for an athlete. That their cunning games were played both on and off the field, Yet the way you looked at me contradicted your actions so thoroughly you left me feeling meticulously played.
You told me never to fall for a scholar. That their strict lives were led by their reason and not by their heart, Yet every time you confided in me I felt as though your calculated mind held all the answers to the universe overshadowed by your desires and motivations
Season Surrender Fall into The blender Become now My liquid Consume me My sweetness Keep licking My feet, miss Then stop now. Surrender Fall into My blender I spin you Pretender Make you a Contender Your fight now My fight now I win, it's Alright now You'd rather Start fighting And try to Touch lightning Then sit in The bleachers Not losing Not winning Forgetting The spinning And wasting The season