Your words, weighted with authentic affections,
used to send my heart ablaze.
Now they resonate as sweet old lies,
which wring my heart out to dry.
My love wasn't enough for you;
Like your faulty reciprocations,
the ink will melt then vanish into nothing.
Oh, how this smoke will send me into a new high!
We'll go out the same way we went in:
A crisp spark that ignites and engulfs ever so swiftly.
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
Your words, weighted with authentic affections,
used to send my heart ablaze.
Now they resonate as sweet old lies,
which wring my heart out to dry.
My love wasn't enough for you;
Like your faulty reciprocations,
the ink will melt then vanish into nothing.
Oh, how this smoke will send me into a new high!
We'll go out the same way we went in:
A crisp spark that ignites and engulfs ever so swiftly.
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