Listen if you please to my twisted soliloquy I’m not from around here I’m just rumors on a breeze I come from afar some say the mountains others the stars like an absent friend you will remember me I promise or else your names Thomas mine is Adam the first I am the atoms that burst the very fabric of being the fabric of genes denim, denial, destiny, defile I've been here a while and I will be here a while longer even though I don't belong here the oceans don't know my depths the mountains have not reached my peaks all these beliefs I have not kept for there is something greater that I seek but I cannot utter its name some may call it love but that has garnered too much fame for you've mistook love for what is fake because it's not something you can take it's as simple as a breeze the same that carried me yet unlike I it has no needs it's as full as the oceans and tall as the mountains I had the notion that I could just pen write my own legend but that too must END
You've heard the rumour? It's true I do sleep with one eye on my heart Why do i do this? I have let my heart get stolen One too many times And we all know thief's aren't the most careful people and wouldn't you know, It's been broken More than once How do i keep an eye on it? Let's just say It's easy to watch something that has been Torn out and stepped on You are probably wondering How my heart has survived all these years? That's easy You can't **** something That was never alive.
Look! A newborn rumor. Feed it fiction or maybe a fact or two. And it will grow bigger and plump. Some will laugh, fret and some will cry. Until- it starts to fade & gets boring & old and a day will come when ****! It's no more.
One night is not enough for you to fill the next highlighting their scars you should not throw rocks at his window then hide your hands in your pockets and said he's the one trying hard I didn't mean to say you shouldn't write it you could write a manuscript even two for all I know just make sure the pages are free from spilled inks before you proceed to the next page cutting the colour of his hair to paste in it making fun of it well you got a messy web in your bleached hair while you're blindfoldingly labeled him with words it's those words that he seemed to laugh off but kept him up all night reminiscing just what went wrong on that *one night
You can write about how things went and what went wrong along the way but never never never write about something one can't change like physical appearances and things. That makes you just the same level as him when you said he wasn't a nice guy. That makes two of you if what you're saying is true. Words ****.