Jun 2013
GRAVE STONES
You mount the stones on my grave as if I was already dead. You ignore the words to my songs and lip-sync my tunes, as you put me to sleep. You forgotten the time we walked together on the beach when you put your footstep into mine. Soon enough you will follow me.
My life was like living in the shadow of someone else’s reality. I failed to demand my own. So why do I demand it now. I am dead to you. You see right through me, that’s why my skin is softer then ice. I will never remember the warmth of your touch or the sting of your kisses.
Sweet farewells are lies we tell ourselves, when we want to just let go. That is why I let go for you. I could not bare to see you cry. Teardrops stain the pages of your bible, with words that mean nothing to you, words that will never stain your lips again. You never loved me.
2013BB
You mount the stones on my grave as if I was already dead. You ignore the words to my songs and lip-sync my tunes, as you put me to sleep. You forgotten the time we walked together on the beach when you put your footstep into mine. Soon enough you will follow me.
My life was like living in the shadow of someone else’s reality. I failed to demand my own. So why do I demand it now. I am dead to you. You see right through me, that’s why my skin is softer then ice. I will never remember the warmth of your touch or the sting of your kisses.
Sweet farewells are lies we tell ourselves, when we want to just let go. That is why I let go for you. I could not bare to see you cry. Teardrops stain the pages of your bible, with words that mean nothing to you, words that will never stain your lips again. You never loved me.
2013BB
(San Diego, California)
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