Every night keeps within it's protective cupped palms At least this much; few bright moments of calm. But she was a night so perfectly wedded to the dense dark, Even in love, doing diabolic best, as if nothing else'd work Never in her thoughts or deeds ever; that was indeed her, But he seemed to be not aware of his eye sight's fatal error, Always read all her printer's devil just as if all of it's right, Her many decisive acts finely co ordinated, finished him quite, Love the first casuality, gave an impetus, then followed the rest. He who fell head over the heals for her, slumped face down in the pit
Who is the suiter, what they say? flassless and pure as you are Even a perfect cut diamond sure has needles and clouds as its born bigger May not worthy for the museum collector It has some value despite having major pinpoints and feathers Rational thinking process is the only factor and matter
The game stops being fun, When you spend a night full-throttle, And can't remember if your headache's, from a needle or a bottle. The game stops being cool, When you throw up in your yard, When you look inside your mirror, And behind your eye's you're scarred. The game stops being fine, When you start to fear a hug, Because you almost check their pockets, For some money, for some drugs. The game comes to an end, When you realize what you are, When you give in to your urges, And you OD in your car.
I swear I have the worst luck with love. Still, I'm a helpless romantic. That's my flaw. I love hard and fall fast. So much love with no one to give it to. Feels like everyone is avoiding commitment. Let me know your true intentions. I just want to give you all my attention.
I'm no perfect human. I make flaws. But my flaws don't define who I am.
But the one thing that makes you can't love me, is the fact I don't have the perfect body, or the perfect beautiful face.
Should I love you? Even that is all the reason why you can't love me? Even I love you so badly, it haunts me every day.
But how can I love you, if I don't care about who I am. But should I change for you? I don't deserve you. I don't deserve a person who can't accept other flaws. Then I can't love you. Even if I can love you more than enough.
A sad goodbye to someone I love. Or to everyone who loves me.