She believes in God.
I believe in the ocean
Under the son soaked in faith
An open vase with two matches, a home for two soul mates
She says she wants a love like that
But I can't tell the smoke from the ashes
She feels like forever and that scares me
Daring me to let her but, to be fair, I never thought I'd care so much
Torn and severed, I lay everything bare. The air is broken with unspoken words
Whenever I open my mouth to say something clever, my heart gets the better of me
For better or worse, will I ever see this vendetta set at ease?
Perpetually vexed at this lack of confederacy. My tongue tells evidence of a mutiny
Truthfully I usually don't curse in these verses but they used to be so worthless
Without a purpose, only penned to purchase penance
How earnest my pen is when it mentions your existence
Will you witness this witless prince in his attempt to win this with his passion?
Like a centuries old symphony soaked in similes, they'll sing of your love whenever they mention me
Though this moment will, one day, be a distant memory within the halls of history
I will not let expiration dates hinder me. Every soliloquy hereafter will be like hymn mimicries
An endless blend of love, life, and everything in between
Between you and me, I'm still wishing we sing those songs together
What a perfect ending we'd be.
She believes in love
Maybe I'll believe in time
Dec 1, 2017
Dec 1, 2017 at 12:23 PM UTC
She believes in God.
I believe in the ocean
Under the son soaked in faith
An open vase with two matches, a home for two soul mates
She says she wants a love like that
But I can't tell the smoke from the ashes
She feels like forever and that scares me
Daring me to let her but, to be fair, I never thought I'd care so much
Torn and severed, I lay everything bare. The air is broken with unspoken words
Whenever I open my mouth to say something clever, my heart gets the better of me
For better or worse, will I ever see this vendetta set at ease?
Perpetually vexed at this lack of confederacy. My tongue tells evidence of a mutiny
Truthfully I usually don't curse in these verses but they used to be so worthless
Without a purpose, only penned to purchase penance
How earnest my pen is when it mentions your existence
Will you witness this witless prince in his attempt to win this with his passion?
Like a centuries old symphony soaked in similes, they'll sing of your love whenever they mention me
Though this moment will, one day, be a distant memory within the halls of history
I will not let expiration dates hinder me. Every soliloquy hereafter will be like hymn mimicries
An endless blend of love, life, and everything in between
Between you and me, I'm still wishing we sing those songs together
What a perfect ending we'd be.
She believes in love
Maybe I'll believe in time