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We flew to close to the sun
and now we're crashing like Icarus.
We plummet to our graves
Im glad Death came to choose us.
Too long have I wanted this
to be rid or everyone and everything.
I know its jealous of me
but all our lives are nothing more then a fling.
Trying hard to convince myself
But it seems like an endless quest,
A quest for an extinct feeling
I still pine for..

Nothing seems to be in its place,
Since the warmth of your caress
Vanished like the moon
Behind the dark clouds of hatred..

Days are empty
Nights are hollow
A glimpse of yours
Every moment I swallow

That beautiful smile
That sweet kiss
Wrapped together
It gave me eternal bliss

Some memories faint
And some are quaint
But you will never faint,
As you are not a memory;
You are the rain
That sweeps away my pain
But I know, I'm waiting in vain..
I am a wrinkle in a blouse;
I am a hand under a bridge;
I am the last leaf to fall
before the autumn goes.
I am both the observer,
and the unobserved.
I stay up hours on end,
Just thinking.
They ask, about what?
They all ask
How are you?
How was your day?
Expecting the truth.
Yet every day
My response
Is the same.

I'm good, I say.
I'm alright, I say.
Will it ever change?
The ongoing lie?
Will I ever fit the image,
That everyone has of me?
That charming girl with the smiling face?

Darling,
I'm a liar.
I guess I've gotten pretty good.
Will I ever act the way I feel?
I wonder if I ever should.
Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing
How love that passes is enough.

Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead, and how
In the grave all love shall sleep:
Love is aweary now.
Lying eyes
disguise goodbyes;
the Honest ones will tell you.

— The End —