the defeated man sees the possibility in grey skies the hope of sunshine cleansing rain the defeated man appreciates a moments silence kept from useless words empty promises failure is a trophy worth winning now life can begin now it means something
I feel stupid I feel dumb I won but what did I really win, you are so childish had to cut the strings, can no longer cradle it you are a baby, so immature you are such an actor, improve king scratch that you are such a clown a king would have a crown but you cannot face what you were born to be rather keep yourself like an oath, just to not rock the boat but I cannot be your baby only in the moonlight in daylight, you are scared to touch me it rubs me the wrong way, you love me the wrong way I pictured us as more but you pictured me as decor a vessel for your fantasy, a trophy nothing more then you block me on everything because I won’t allow you to keep vanishing encore encore, but you are still so unsure fix yourself, please maturing can be a breeze when you take accountability
Stick to whatever, She told me. Get it wrong, right Or do not. Flee to your scarier Shelter, One that is easy To spot. Drink wines From glasses Of doubt, Worship your Local canons. Stretch them Within and without, Stan the unpardoned Of lords.
Having it all Given to you, Acting completely Exposed, Trophies in pain Excruciate you: None of them **** you, Suppose.
In your eyes, I find a map, And so far it has led me past the stars Into a galaxy of happiness and joy, Through my own heart and into yours, And it has showed me Our love is a universe, Expanding and compounding continuously, Forever. But this expedition has brought me no treasure to display in my trophy case And that just wont cut it anymore. So for now- I'll just head back up to the stars. Perhaps I'll find you there too.