Once we danced along to the same
sweet song, that you composed so
softly on acoustic chords.
Now, it is just a beat you keep
in time with, banging on pots
and pans like a child throwing
a tantrum. It's not my fault
your girlfriend looks like your
kid sister, or that I ******
your best friend
because you were too busy
maintaining another meaningless
relationship with 'the love of your life';
A title you give away like the generic
trophies parents get personalized
to cheer their children up when
they lose. Eventually, they'll realize
they're all the same, and changing
the name on the plaque doesn't
make up for failing. Like picking petals
off flowers, the only one that matters
is the one left standing in the end.
But the next time you go plucking
daisies from fields, and steal
their manes for predicting
the future. I still won't believe
in love. I never did.
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 12:37 AM UTC
Once we danced along to the same
sweet song, that you composed so
softly on acoustic chords.
Now, it is just a beat you keep
in time with, banging on pots
and pans like a child throwing
a tantrum. It's not my fault
your girlfriend looks like your
kid sister, or that I ******
your best friend
because you were too busy
maintaining another meaningless
relationship with 'the love of your life';
A title you give away like the generic
trophies parents get personalized
to cheer their children up when
they lose. Eventually, they'll realize
they're all the same, and changing
the name on the plaque doesn't
make up for failing. Like picking petals
off flowers, the only one that matters
is the one left standing in the end.
But the next time you go plucking
daisies from fields, and steal
their manes for predicting
the future. I still won't believe
in love. I never did.
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