All surroundings have become bleak
In that center is I, who is comfortably meek.
And the only thing I feel is frost in my cheek,
As I conform to the snow, broken and weak.
I had thought our love would bring harmony
But it was never the case. Now I'm in agony.
After giving myself to you, I am unwholy,
Deprived of my being, I have become less holy
The well of my existence has been exhausted
My underlying worst fears have fully boasted,
Now I'm at a tumultuous daze feeling haunted
I guess you can say that I have been ghosted.
In the end, it's true, nice guys do finish last,
With plenty of fish at sea, but love is not vast.
Oct 1, 2024
Oct 1, 2024 at 5:25 PM UTC
All surroundings have become bleak
In that center is I, who is comfortably meek.
And the only thing I feel is frost in my cheek,
As I conform to the snow, broken and weak.
I had thought our love would bring harmony
But it was never the case. Now I'm in agony.
After giving myself to you, I am unwholy,
Deprived of my being, I have become less holy
The well of my existence has been exhausted
My underlying worst fears have fully boasted,
Now I'm at a tumultuous daze feeling haunted
I guess you can say that I have been ghosted.
In the end, it's true, nice guys do finish last,
With plenty of fish at sea, but love is not vast.