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 Jun 2015 Trish Smith
Eve
My beautiful faded fantasy
Together we’ll make them see
How true we can be
How far we can go in our little made up pretty dreams
With love running through our veins
With ecstasy in our names
Together we’ll break and tear
So forget those who doesn't care
For time and patience is all we'll probably ever need

Oh the beautiful faded fantasy
Of made up pretty dreams
That forever we’ll be
In love
For all eternity

-fir.m
This is nothing personal, i was looking at a nice Indian film and just began writing... x'D
 Jun 2015 Trish Smith
Eve
Fear
 Jun 2015 Trish Smith
Eve
Fear is but a sentiment
The weak holds for being what they are,
For being what they made themselves.*
-fir.m
 Jun 2015 Trish Smith
Eve
Blinded.
 Jun 2015 Trish Smith
Eve
I said, "Get over her will you!"
    And after a moment of dreadful silence he replied,
         "She's the monster, but she's my queen"

He loves her,
He keeps on loving her ..
I love him,
I keep on loving him!
She hurts him,
He takes it,
I can't.
The more he holds on to her,
The more his face etches in my heart
I push tears back
Hating her for earning his love

Why doesn't he see the love I have for him .. ?
He just have to look in the mirror and compare eyes ..
The eyes he hold for her
Are the same eyes I hold for him
But he's too blinded to see it
And I'm too weak to say it.


He'll never love me
Why?
Because I'm not her.

-fir.m
 Jun 2015 Trish Smith
Eve
Being over driven by youthful desires
She fell asleep with her tears on fire
Will she live to tell another tale of heartbreak?
Will she live to see through the fake?
Who knows?
Her heart, unfortunately, grows
Her blood oozing out of her wrists
Her dreams became brutal from being bliss
"Why was I so stupid?" she sleep-talks
"Someone, please pull that trigger!" she sleep-walks

The anxiety for morning to reach died
The thought of a future became pesticide
For the only future she knew was with him..
The blade made love to her from her shoulders down to her limbs
Until there was no more pleasure to escape through her veins, through her skin
She lost... But what did he win?
Nothing but absolute guilt, at her funeral, where he looked above
And only remembered her sweet gesture of; "Give me Love"

-fir.m
 Jun 2015 Trish Smith
Eve
Away
 Jun 2015 Trish Smith
Eve
I don't want to run away 'cause things are bad
I want to run away just because there isn't much worth staying for.*

-fir.m
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 Jun 2015 Trish Smith
Eve
Smile
 Jun 2015 Trish Smith
Eve
It's warm.
What is this blissfulness?
"It's me.. You're not alone"
Embedded in the eardrum.
Tears disappeared
By just one glance at that curve on the face
That weird, yet such an euphoric curve
It's called a smile
Strange-
For it made the pain scattered
What is this comfort?  

Soon a smile was made apart of the appearance
Apart of the life
This curve was then around all the corners of the world

But where is the warmth?
The one that was felt in the beginning
It was always felt in thy heart
It was always seen when looked right..
But is no more seen or felt.
Blinked away,
It vanished
And where was thy?
Back in the cold.
The smile, euphoric?
What's that?

-fir.m
 Jun 2015 Trish Smith
Eve
Blade
 Jun 2015 Trish Smith
Eve
Looking at it from 10 inches
Look away
"No, no not again" etched in your mind
Yet the vulnerability of your heart aches for it
Stretching for it ..
Pulling back ..
Leaning forward ..
Turns away..
Grabs it..
It's in your hand..
You smile ..
Your heart pleased
Your mind unease
One,
Two,
Three..
Tears fall uncontrollably
Blood spilling easily
One,
Two,
Three..
Stop?
No..
You smile even wider..
One,
Two,
Three..
Love.
Is the blade sharp enough.. ?

-fir.m
 Jun 2015 Trish Smith
Eve
She
 Jun 2015 Trish Smith
Eve
She
He approached
She smiled
He spoke
She listened
He held out his hand
She grabbed it
He made promises
She made promises
He smirked
She believed
He took her out
She went with him
He said “I love you”
She meant “I love you too”
He gave her flowers and chocolates
She gave him her heart
He took more than it
She gave it
He enjoyed her
She enjoyed watching him enjoying her
He came often
She loved that
He came seldom
She ignored that
He stopped coming
She stopped smiling

He left her
She left us.

-fir.m
This is just the simple cycle of these type of relationship. It can go visa-versa with the sexes. The guy was wrong but the girl made herself gullible.
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