I've seen more than enough love songs
That say the the same thing in different ways
Too many hearts don't reflect the meaning of their names.
Her name means "promise". All I see is pain.
Rejection
Hate
Distaste
Disdain
Why are sad stories so difficult to tell?
The oceans in my skull have filled enough wells.
I'm thirsty for love, not sirens and liquid salt.
This cistern of sadness will not parch the thoughts that won't depart.
I'm sitting on a sleet covered street bench
And I only wish the city was as dark as the sky,
But oscillations of red and blue clarify
The night and who it belongs to.
Christmas colors aren't these
There's no green,
The same absence as the trees.
Hearts as cold as this arctic breeze.
Feb 17, 2014
Feb 17, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC
I've seen more than enough love songs
That say the the same thing in different ways
Too many hearts don't reflect the meaning of their names.
Her name means "promise". All I see is pain.
Rejection
Hate
Distaste
Disdain
Why are sad stories so difficult to tell?
The oceans in my skull have filled enough wells.
I'm thirsty for love, not sirens and liquid salt.
This cistern of sadness will not parch the thoughts that won't depart.
I'm sitting on a sleet covered street bench
And I only wish the city was as dark as the sky,
But oscillations of red and blue clarify
The night and who it belongs to.
Christmas colors aren't these
There's no green,
The same absence as the trees.
Hearts as cold as this arctic breeze.
Dec 10, 2013
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