Mar 23
.......it was easier at the start because my heart wasn’t involved,
my art didn’t revolve around you.
I resolved to be true.
That was my downfall.
This grown fool so easily displaced and his heart laid to waste before you all.
I was never a magician I couldn’t make feelings disappear but I could conjure up a million memories out of thin air.
You didn’t care at least you stopped caring if I was wearing my heart upon my sleeve like some fashion trend.
I still can’t pretend I’m over that phase, the graze of love still got me bleeding in patches and my heart still latches onto those distant memories like songs once sung in harmony
but what is a songbird with clipped wings that still sings to the same old moon?
People got tired of his tune his somber melodies so he learned to bury memories........
my art didn’t revolve around you.
I resolved to be true.
That was my downfall.
This grown fool so easily displaced and his heart laid to waste before you all.
I was never a magician I couldn’t make feelings disappear but I could conjure up a million memories out of thin air.
You didn’t care at least you stopped caring if I was wearing my heart upon my sleeve like some fashion trend.
I still can’t pretend I’m over that phase, the graze of love still got me bleeding in patches and my heart still latches onto those distant memories like songs once sung in harmony
but what is a songbird with clipped wings that still sings to the same old moon?
People got tired of his tune his somber melodies so he learned to bury memories........
