Could this be the day I've waited for?
When all my hard work doesn't go ignored?
They always walk away...
So there's no use in trying anymore
It's like my life is looked upon by jealous eyes
Plucking the pearls and personality from my bones
They lay the hiatus of happiness with lies
Because *there's no use in trying anymore

i want to sing my sorrows away
and sweep myself off the ground
to go soaring through this rainy sky.

you're in my way, and you're
crying your sorrows away.
but your crying never stops.

my singing doesn't stop either,
but i feel better.

you don't feel better,
and you keep crying your
sorrows away, while i am still here
singing, my sorrows long gone.

I don't hate you
I love you, more than anything
And you know that
             But
I do Hate each and every person
In your life
             Who made you so Vulnerable
That you can't accept
My Love for you

©SmitFairytale

Don’t get close, don’t lose hope
It’ll get better
Not on the spot, nope
But it will, one day
I’m sure you’ll win
Your life’s long, you gotta fight
It won’t be ease,
Believe me, its confessio amantis
Life isn’t all rainbows
I know, that you know that
But yours surely can be
Thunder before hail
It won’t let you win
It will break you, make you stronger
It’s a tease
Hear me, it’s a confessio amantis

©SmitFairytale
22:51
Saturday
November 5, 2016

Who are you?
If they pull the trigger and shoot you
What could you do in a minute?
Fast walking and sprint
Like you never seen them
Surviving all the cramps
You must run fast as you can
Today shouldn't be your last
You could be as high as clouds
Can you fly, can you climb?
Can you wait until the light
Sparks of some fire shots in the dark
It's closer, too closer
Till they rip out your heart
With them bullets

I'm not an idiot.
I have faced your subtle rejection
as often as one's own breath;
the sting and recoil dull with each
understated devastation.

Believe me when I say
that I kick myself
dutifully.
A jaundiced bruise for
each time the familiar
feeling creeps and wells beneath
my goose-pimpled skin.

Today, you brushed my hand
a second too long.
The day before, you leaned
against the wall-- I undressed
you with my eyes.

God knows
why I read into these moments.
The butterflies
are just as soon ripped
wing from flimsy wing.

I'm not fatuous. But I'll
take tomorrow's lashings with
a smile. Call me your
masochistic romantic. Cringe in
my blushing face.
Leave it to me to find the
cliched glint in your dull eyes--
for I will always get off on
falsities before
settling for indifference.