isn't it bittersweet?
how our parallels meet so sweet
the way we smile, when we show our teeth
it's not so tiring
never jaded by the repetitive cycle
gears are ready to the arriving battles
weapons are edgy, prepared to rumble
non-exhausting
this proximity ain't absolute without warmth
because heat is the firing art
a touch of spice is the endearing part
it's not so tiring
every second, every minute
there comes a time when we thought about quitting
but we are each other's motivation
then we kept going and said,
"it's not exhausting"
everything seems so nice
like a perfect house of cards
but it's starting to fall apart
and it slowly breaks my heart
confuse, refuse
radiant, abuse
mistaken, rebuke
forgiveness, I choose
first, I fiddled the turmoil to see what was wrong
then I asked fervent questions to see what was wrong
third, I sought help above the clouds then hummed my song
but nothing seems so wrong, what happened?
I tried bringing stains to the discoloration
I tried serving flavor to the tasteless correlation
I tried giving hints to the dying consideration
and see if there's a resurrection to our disconnection
it's proof that too much sugar
can over sweetened you
and too much spice
can truly burn you
yes, I got tired
and I supposed you did, too
the ingredients of our love
are not as stable as it used to
we may have been unbalanced
or fell out of the missing pieces
we shouldn't forget the essence
of how we both started
it was tiring yet exhausting,
how miraculous it is that we didn't die
if 'nice' is what we yearn,
I think we should give it another try
Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 5:01 AM UTC
isn't it bittersweet?
how our parallels meet so sweet
the way we smile, when we show our teeth
it's not so tiring
never jaded by the repetitive cycle
gears are ready to the arriving battles
weapons are edgy, prepared to rumble
non-exhausting
this proximity ain't absolute without warmth
because heat is the firing art
a touch of spice is the endearing part
it's not so tiring
every second, every minute
there comes a time when we thought about quitting
but we are each other's motivation
then we kept going and said,
"it's not exhausting"
everything seems so nice
like a perfect house of cards
but it's starting to fall apart
and it slowly breaks my heart
confuse, refuse
radiant, abuse
mistaken, rebuke
forgiveness, I choose
first, I fiddled the turmoil to see what was wrong
then I asked fervent questions to see what was wrong
third, I sought help above the clouds then hummed my song
but nothing seems so wrong, what happened?
I tried bringing stains to the discoloration
I tried serving flavor to the tasteless correlation
I tried giving hints to the dying consideration
and see if there's a resurrection to our disconnection
it's proof that too much sugar
can over sweetened you
and too much spice
can truly burn you
yes, I got tired
and I supposed you did, too
the ingredients of our love
are not as stable as it used to
we may have been unbalanced
or fell out of the missing pieces
we shouldn't forget the essence
of how we both started
it was tiring yet exhausting,
how miraculous it is that we didn't die
if 'nice' is what we yearn,
I think we should give it another try
