I lost my true love
once she found my true self,
I keep thinking life is improving,
before I'm under the rubble again.
And I'll miss you,
I already do.
I realised that I loved you
and it felt like hands around my throat.
When you had already left the room,
all freedom of my heart did too.
You see, I had nothing left but you.
But you and my assorted maxims.
Now, I've been leaked to the press,
all of my scales have been shown
to the blue-light;
now, all that is left, is nothing at all.
Mar 16, 2014
Mar 16, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
I lost my true love
once she found my true self,
I keep thinking life is improving,
before I'm under the rubble again.
And I'll miss you,
I already do.
I realised that I loved you
and it felt like hands around my throat.
When you had already left the room,
all freedom of my heart did too.
You see, I had nothing left but you.
But you and my assorted maxims.
Now, I've been leaked to the press,
all of my scales have been shown
to the blue-light;
now, all that is left, is nothing at all.
c
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