Dirty little secrets always find their way out, riding on harsh little tongues and laced between fingers.
The words hit your ears and you can't help but enjoy the liquid nitrogen running through your veins; can't wait to spew the words back and start more fires.
"So this is really over?"
"Yeah. Really over."
"...Thank you."
Sometimes bad things just happen and all you can do is kill off your brain cells and slowly disintegrate, piece by piece, into the sticky-sweet pool of sugar from which you were born; until there's nothing left.
So I'll say my goodbyes and try to find my way home in the dark;
you blew out my candle when you said 'go
She was born for the night,
Drinking the milkyway
And eating the stars.
Set adrift on a dreamboat,
Dreaming to never wake up.
She's a fighter,
A rebellion,
A spark in the brush.
She's a daredevil,
A dreamer,
A child of luck.
She was born for the night,
And made Queen of the Stars,
Because above the world,
Can we then see, who we are.
Oh, darling...
How am I alive?
After what you put me through,
I'm surprised I didn't
shoot myself.
Baby, love is a dangerous game,
and we played it like
Russian Roulette.
I watched you walk out that door
your bags packed
you didn't even look over your shoulder
and left the glass broken on the floor
right there next to my heart
I've struggled with inspiration
but you were always there
your breath like fresh air
blowing in new winds for me to hear
a new song, the last song
In my memories we play
our fingers intertwined over the keys
we're a harmony of love
I sing all of our songs
never thought I'd have to sing our last one
I walk out the same door
my spare change chiming like broken glass
all I have is one final wish
if you can hear it then don't forget
the warmth we once had
even if you do l
Heartbreaker at first sight . by sasunaru16, literature
Literature
Heartbreaker at first sight .
I wonder if
the first time
our eyes met after we
kissed,
did this thought cross your mind -
'So, this is the girl whose heart
I'm going to break one day.'
?
I stand guarding a closed curtain,
Hiding secrets...
Hiding lies...
Hiding history that is left to be untold...
Why can't someone see?
Why can't someone free me from this unescapable position?
Why do you see the act I put on, but not the truth in my eyes?
Can't you see this exulant behavior is just an affectation?
Just hiding my shame and misery?
Why don't you ever think to look into this facade, so I can be free from the lies,
From the secrets,
From the pain I've endured?
Why do you believe this fictitious life,
This performance that's seems as it'll never end?
I stand guarding a closed curtain....
Just pull it aside.