#lorde
The truth is I am a toy that people enjoy
'Til all of the tricks don't work anymore
And then they are bored of me
I know that it's exciting running through the night, but
Every perfect summer's eating me alive until you're gone
Better on my own- lorde
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 3:35 PM UTC
Though the loneliness sets in, among the crowds,
Here, within themselves, they find their solace;
Euphoric events have now lost their appeal;
Mindfulness is the key to rest, they recite;
Exaggerated were their extravagant emotions on the dance floor,
Losing themselves in self discovery;
Over-sensationalized was the persona,
Diving into the depth of purple elixirs;
Rave, rave, rave,
As the sun replaces the strobelights,
Melancholy rises with her rays,
And suddenly, life seems meaningless;
The melodrama,
It strikes;
Cleaning up the champagne glasses, after the catastrophe
Nov 7, 2021
Nov 7, 2021 at 9:20 PM UTC
oceanic feeling echoing throughout my house
while tripping over my plaid pajama pants
and the soles of my feet rejuvenated by the hot concrete
Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 11:30 AM UTC
Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark,
Now she's gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart.
-Lorde.
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 6:20 AM UTC
I don't love you
But you still mean something
You mean pain
You mean lying awake
Trying to erase all those moments
The longest five hours of my life
And you caused them
You don't own me
But I'm your midnight memory
I bet I'm sacred to you
A pale body in the moonlight
Naked for you
I am nothing to you
And I don't want you
You are my snow spill bloodshed
You're the pill under my tongue
Dissolving, making me numb
I don't love you
It will always be that way
Jan 3, 2020
Jan 3, 2020 at 1:27 AM UTC
somehow, right now,
it’s winter and i’m wrapped in your embrace.
somehow, it’s winter and we’re all wearing brown,
sitting on soft couches and listening,
pretending we’re oh so smart,
when really?
we’re oh,
so
young.
and all our hearts, they’re strewn across the floor,
all our work is forgotten,
as we kiss and touch and watch the snow fall,
and sit down to dinner,
where we slow dance -in the living room,
then wrap our arms around each other,
repeat the same songs on some ancient tape player.
those slow drumbeats, the soft jazz notes,
the growing thrum of this cursed city
-the one we danced to? sank into the sheets with?
this, this is where we got lost in us.
with the snowfall outside and, who would have noticed
that we smell like something other than fall candles.
i grin, and we grab our things off the floor,
and laugh it off. somehow, we know this place,
it’ll always be our home. after all,
sweaters cover our marks in a way sun-clothes can’t,
don’t they darling?
now, soft skin, pearlescent,
seems like some sort of luxury, a wish made during yule,
something i can only share with you,
because truly, i don’t think i’d want to share this cold place,
unless they were you.
and as we waltz to slow music, as we plan, as we laugh,
as we sit down in the candles,
i think i’m falling all over again,
because your eyes look hodded in the light,
your skin inviting, your mouth soft,
and your smile makes me wish you’d swallow me whole.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 10:00 PM UTC
Children of the Moon!
Abandon your worn shoes
And frolic freely, barefoot
In Her midnight light;
Let down your lovely locks
And bare your ashen skin
To allow Her celestial lips
Kiss your collar bones;
Let Her blanket of shadows
Drape over your shoulders,
While She crowns you with
A headdress of night diamonds.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 6:08 PM UTC
We can talk it so good
We can make it so divine
We can talk it good
, how you wish it would be all the time.
Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 3:02 PM UTC