Everytime I close my eyes,
I see my world burning down.
There's this fire behind my eyelids
that the tears can't put out.
He's so cold and
she's always ablaze.
She'll burn out and
he'll fade away in the haze.
Her heart's deep coloured and mine's all grey. We'll end up in dark but I can't push her away.
She's as wild as the wind but as serene as the rain. Her eyes are full of life but her heart's full of pain.
She sings all the songs that he wrote like all
his words are tied around her throat.
My words were my tears and you made me write too much but I wanted to hear my words in your voice; that’s the only reason I cried this much.
She seemed to be happy but by the end, she cried. We were soulmates at the night but by the morning, we died.
She thinks that I see right through her
but when I look at her, all I see is a
You can feel it in your chest, how much more real does it need to get?
You're free like the ocean yet caged by the shores. You've been with him but he was never yours.
You and I, we are just crawling;
we’ll never make that far.
Had you not held me so close to you,
you could have been shining like a
At the bottom of the ocean,
my heart feels warm
and my eyes shine.
My lungs fill with water
and the flowers
that you planted
start to bloom.
The night weeps in silence and all the stray
dogs cry as I look down the window sill,
hoping you'd look up and say goodbye.
She visits me everyday,
when the *** dries out
and the smoke fades away.
She reminds me of the promises that I couldn’t keep. She makes me regret things that I never did.
Lost in the wilderness
yet I've never felt so free.
I hide from the moon because
that's where you told me, you'd be.
There was born a bird
who was destined to fly
but she loved the tree so much,
she couldn't trade it for the sky.
We stayed up for days,
smoked extra packs to stay ablaze.
But the summer mornings
slowly turned into winter haze.
So we laid out our love for the last time
and then let it die in our gaze.
All you need is love but you look for it in all
the wrong places.
You think he’ll love you this time but you still leave with all the bruises.
Your last smoke,
untill you smoke again.
You're drenched in despair,
but what else did you expect?
You fell asleep under the rain.
She feels so incomplete;
I had to leave every poem about her
The smiles are all pretence,
shameplants pretending to be an oak.
The city of broken hearts,
hides under its own smoke.
I want to feel that warmth again,
but it's hard to admit that it was you.
I try not to feel anything but
numbness is a feeling too.
If I put us in words together, you and I will never rhyme.
All those words that you spoke,
they're all tied around my throat.
That's why everything that I ever wrote
sounds like it's part of a suicide note.
Bury me under the fields of blue orchids,
somewhere in the east; away from the city
and the rest of the deceased.
I let you burn me like the cigarette you smoke; just to feel your lips on my body.
If I had to put in words how lonely it is here without you, I'd leave the whole page empty.
Life doesn't feel like a mystery anymore;
just a repetition of things that
I wish I could ignore.
Just to catch a glimpse of you,
I stayed up for endless nights
but I couldn't see a single star
because of the city lights.
The city's so cold;
It doesn't care if I bleed
but I guess I'm just as ignorant
for I keep writing to you,
all this **** that you'll
Loved myself roughly in free verses
but always loved you in rhymes.
For myself, I chose curses,
to have you never ending times.
A friend wrote this 2 years ago. I'm posting it here because I love it too much and also because I'm not able to write anything new
Porcelain lips; she didn't feel a thing.
Didn't even kiss me back,
left me ridden with guilt.
Had to throw up all night
to make room for another drink.
I could never call them mine.
I know a thing or two about heartbreak; Oh for ****'s sake I loved you on borrowed time.
When the bladder's full, she'll make you fill your lungs too. She doesn't stop till you do
what she wants you to.
I smile at her as she lies through her teeth.
She tells me how good we'd be together as
she climbs to the top of the world,
leaving me underneath.
I wrote some poems that I wish were true and in each one, I couldn't help but mention you.
It's raining so heavily, I can see my world
crashing down along with it.
Your screams fade and blur,
you look at him but he's looking at her.
She looks into my eyes
and sings to me,
the songs that I wrote.
Shivers run down my spine
as she wraps her cold hands
around my throat.
She doesn't want to talk, just wants me to hear what she has to say. I look into her eyes and she looks away.
Your hollow words
echo inside my mind
like the scream of birds
that are born blind.
I hold on to our memories; that's all that I'm
left with, don't you see?
They might be wounds for you but they're
sutures for me.
I grew up on barren lands,
to me, the spring rains bring no hope.
I'm tired of searching for grasslands.
I'm at the end of my rope.
She hides all her lies
behind those placid eyes;
melancholic like purple skies.
All I can see are embers from the dying coal.
I can feel the winter breeze whistling through my soul.
My hair is wet from the midnight mist.
I can't feel my nose or my lips.
Desolate, this place and I. It feels as if no one else exists.
Cerebral rumbling, I can hear the sirens of apocalypse.
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