Whoa buddy, I'm tired.
So I can't sleep when I have situations in my mind. So..I wrote again.
Its funny how that works out sometimes doesn't it? Actually, I don't
really call it a poem, its more like a hate letter. Muahahaha.
Its simple, yet tragic,
this cycle you are putting her through makes me sick.
Sick enough to realize how low a lover can make a person's standards fall to pieces.
Not enough smiling faces can amount to how fake your own smile has become.
Its funny how easy it is to break someone else's pride,
and to have them fall back craving for more.
Every fall backwards equals twice the heartbreak.
You win your games again.
She gave her heart away again.
Your weak soul has lost all the truth,meaning, and faith.
You fool yourself and you fool her right in front of her eyes of beauty.
But in reality, she gave away her beauty in your hands.
She's like a thread around your finger,
the closer she gets-the more it will hurt.
And her purity is like the candle burnt out from a gust of wind.
Thanks to you her reason to live is gone.
....Thanks to you.
Its simple, yet tragic,
this cycle you are putting her through makes me sick.
Sick enough to realize how low a lover can make a person's standards fall to pieces.
Not enough smiling faces can amount to how fake your own smile has become.
Its funny how easy it is to break someone else's pride,
and to have them fall back craving for more.
Every fall backwards equals twice the heartbreak.
You win your games again.
She gave her heart away again.
Your weak soul has lost all the truth,meaning, and faith.
You fool yourself and you fool her right in front of her eyes of beauty.
But in reality, she gave away her beauty in your hands.
She's like a thread around your finger,
the closer she gets-the more it will hurt.
And her purity is like the candle burnt out from a gust of wind.
Thanks to you her reason to live is gone.
....Thanks to you.