A flake of February snow meets my upper cheek
As it melts away, it resembles a teardrop making it's escape
The lone, delicate, drop trickling it's way
However, teardrops cannot be where feelings have long ceased
The impostor fades away as my world returns to gray

Between us I know
never ever comes true
never mind, just the pain
will penetrate into
my mind 'til turns
to the eternal void.

It hurts I know
like this stubborn
head's willing to
against that law
though high despair
clearly draws on.

Impossible I know
the dreadful mind
is burning into
the grey ashes
as the art of
finely hope.

You will never get what you want,

Because it does not exist.

It is unheard of, it is extinct.

You'll search all day long for your "true love".



You will die in searching.



But he is not real, it is not real.

Accordingly, you are prone to heartbreak,

Sorrow and disappointment.

You will never be fulfilled.



You are foolish in love, with the idea of itself.



Take off your rose-colored shades.

Feel the surreal pain that is your whole life.

Become vulnerable to it, accept it.

It is behind you, around you, in front of you...



Kiss your dream goodbye,

Because at one point you must wake up.

And know the extremity that is...

That you will never be loved the way you desire.



You will never be loved the way you love.



Take reality for a whirl.

And disown your life of whimsical lies.

Face your hopeless fate, you hopeless-romantic

For goodness sake.

They spot an armful of red dots run along the thick skin.
Of forelorn hands, heavy smiles, of a body not so thin.
They say it's the rash of youth, healed over time.
A layer of mind, peeled and wrapped around a repressed crime.
Perhaps they live a saint's life and all die as Gods.
And we go to hell as jokers. what are the odds?
I cannot unveil the piercing daggers, what they see is only tips.
I am to plant a kiss of life on my own lips.
Since drought has empraced my aching heart,
I ***** blood each second, live, but fall apart.

Wake me up,
I’m in a dream that I never want to escape,
Yet I fear,
Any longer I spend with you,
I may trip and fall for you,
Put my heart on the line,
Flick a dime,
Wishing it will land on heads because I’m heads over heels for you,
See?
My words fumble,
My writing falls,
I do not understand,
Why I must be living in this dream,
When
          it
            will
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