I used to b happy .
Is like saying I used to breathe .
When did I decide to stop breathing .
The sweet , soft , air .
When did I decide it was ok to let a man determine my happiness .
When did I stop looking at the sky & start Staring at the ground .
When did I stop looking in the mirror ?
When did life become a headache instead of a blessing .
I was overcome w this obsession to prove my pure , untainted love to u.
I was no longer worried about me .
Simply consumed w intoxicating , dangerous thoughts of loving u .
But our love is no longer pure , now it's like a dying rose .
Dry , dark , hard . Yet still beautiful .
Some people save their dead roses .
Right ?
Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 12:07 AM UTC
I used to b happy .
Is like saying I used to breathe .
When did I decide to stop breathing .
The sweet , soft , air .
When did I decide it was ok to let a man determine my happiness .
When did I stop looking at the sky & start Staring at the ground .
When did I stop looking in the mirror ?
When did life become a headache instead of a blessing .
I was overcome w this obsession to prove my pure , untainted love to u.
I was no longer worried about me .
Simply consumed w intoxicating , dangerous thoughts of loving u .
But our love is no longer pure , now it's like a dying rose .
Dry , dark , hard . Yet still beautiful .
Some people save their dead roses .
Right ?
A little dark .
