the way you held her tight the way you called her babe they way I liked her the way I felt the love you have for one another. It still hurts even though I wish more than anything to not let you in my heart Like that.
I know you're holding her right now. The way you did with me for those two weeks. The way you have with her for two years.
Oh yes you don't belong to her and surely you never did, I know there is a struggle doin it but you've to accept it, Don't fall for seconds of heavenly hallucinations, You'll hit hard afterwards these potions , You know already that she got her man, You're not the one why don't you understand, Okay, there were of holding hands or intense scenes, Just pretend they were just uneven chilled breeze, Forget about them and just move on, You know there is no reason goin through this storm, Just get over it you know this way got wild turns and animals too, Just stop right here because its not your way niether she belongs to you.
the curtain rolls aside The stage sets The lights flicker on Everybody is waiting. And suddenly it begins The fake facade The fake tears that cascade This entire thing is an act Nothing but predators in the night. And though everyone wants to fight Things just get too **** tight. We want to be exposed to the light But the play begins to take flight And stunts are executed at devestating heights
This play The theatre is all an act. The metaphorical phrase for life. And ****** at best The masquerade of faults The sins The lies Beginning to become more of a circus. And as this blood runs red This...act runs dark. The curtains still pried open Set on the openess of a prairie. These people. The ones who lead us on The never ending Mirage. Until this act is exposed The audience shall be snatched into grievience. The fakes strut around us. They show the underside quickly. The ugly scene That proved to be the ******. The jaw dropping ****-canned conclusion. But imagine the actors Exposed and afraid. Alone without makeup and masks. Turning until someone asks where the ***** the director? Abandonment from the puppeteer himself Waiting for everyone *else to Show themselves For who they really are.
A complicated way of conveying a simple message: Dont be fake. Its not very good though, but im trying. Sorry guys
It's taken me a while to realise But simple doesn't always mean happy Back then was simple, We were simple. Two in love The other two in lust It was nothing to make a fuss about But we were simple Because the rest of my life was complex So You were my escape route And together we made a distraction Just big enough to stop a **** And together we helped to map out My naked body Which, before you, I didn't think anybody could want. You made a tangled mind feel Simple.
And now that part of me is complex I've lost that group That laughter That lightness But, what I have now, Who I have now, What it's made me I wouldn't switch it for the world. And That choice is simple.
"I love you." I love you like a sister, I love you like a brother, I love you like a friend, I love you like a lover.
Love— One word with countless meanings. In my life I have loved many. And in return, I have been loved by many. And yet, there is still so much I have to learn About the art of loving.
Love— A word defined in many different ways. Is it possible for love to bloom, Even in the absence of physical touch? Can it grow and flourish, Despite the forces Trying to destroy it?
Love— A timeless idea that has withstood the ages. Can young hearts understand what it means To share your love with another? They say you're too young to know what love is. But I beg to differ. After all, it is MY heart we're talking about.
Is love really so complicated? When my heart said "I love you," Why wouldn't my lips form the words?