I cry for you.
I don't know why
I cry,
but I do.
My heart aches
for you
I wish it wouldn't break,
but it has, all the way through.
They say love heals,
it also reels,
and feels,
like you've been shot.
Not
in the cute, cupid-like way,
but the day to end days,
crazy killer-kind way.
So you stumble,
and mumble,
sounding like
a bumbling fool.
They make it look cool,
the movies, the books,
the romantic wins in the end,
if they aren't lovers, they are the best of friends.
Reality doesn't play this game,
it isn't over, end credits,
smile, you can have the same.
It is harsh, and true, and we fight for it.
Have we all lost our wit?!
I would like to say, not I,
"I quit!"
But, alas, that would be a lie...
Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 12:16 PM UTC
I cry for you.
I don't know why
I cry,
but I do.
My heart aches
for you
I wish it wouldn't break,
but it has, all the way through.
They say love heals,
it also reels,
and feels,
like you've been shot.
Not
in the cute, cupid-like way,
but the day to end days,
crazy killer-kind way.
So you stumble,
and mumble,
sounding like
a bumbling fool.
They make it look cool,
the movies, the books,
the romantic wins in the end,
if they aren't lovers, they are the best of friends.
Reality doesn't play this game,
it isn't over, end credits,
smile, you can have the same.
It is harsh, and true, and we fight for it.
Have we all lost our wit?!
I would like to say, not I,
"I quit!"
But, alas, that would be a lie...
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