I have lived in the shadows Of the melancholy lie. One that I have weaved So many times. I sharpen the needle, That has sewn together our souls. I shall stab it into your heart And watch your eyes turn to coal.
I will shatter your heart As you have done to mine. Leaving you burdened, Tortured by this crime. Tears shall stream down Your monstrous face, As you realize a demon Has taken my place.
But, All of this talk is just a fallacy. See, What I really want, Is it to be, Just you and me, Imprisoned by our antagonizing lust. Never being able to trust.
Yet, In constant obsession, Possessive, Of our undeniable love.
Being that there is no hope, I shall make amends with my scapegoat.
Just wishful thinking From this little girl. Wishful thinking That makes others curl.
Still, It is wishful thinking That keeps me alive. Wishful thinking That makes me want to die.
Wishful thinking and a smattering Freckles sprinkled across her cheek A winking *** brought tight aloft A slick line of buttery soft Feathery light against my find A curve brushed with a fingertip My smile flipped slid away Her mouth flashed a blurred flirt She touched the flush That brought the heat her lips flicked Eyes closed with a bunched fist Hair tangled as her fingers wove Lips parted brushed a last kiss Heat gone left with frayed thoughts Wishful thinking as she slipped away