Now you call this living ? But what is living without loving ? And what is love but a verb ? Nothing more than a misconstrued word, Taken out of context by the world.
We all strive for happiness . And society tells us “love” is the foundation . But they’ve sealed it in an unobtainable jar in which we labeled “expectations” and placed it on a pedestal so high it gets lost within the stars.
And although I did come from a broken home. And everyone I’ve ever known eventually ends up alone.
I still had high hopes.
Hopes that love was not a lie.
I’d find the brightest star each night , Make a wish and close my eyes, Send it to the sky above . Wishing someone would prove my theory wrong about love.
But I’ve been proven right again.
The truth is that love is dead . As are the stars in the sky . The 2nd star to the right was my wishing star, And inevitably it too , Like all the others, Burned out tonight.
Cacophony was child’s cry,it made me forlorn Symphony it is,now that you are born Trauma was my life,bruised my being Tranquil I am, showered in your eyes loving Bathed in your waft ,my stink is gone Rescued by your raft,now
Vane glorious and absolutistic, though I defiantly, cavalierly, and blithely attest Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy mine acidic breast houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic, barbaric, and bubonic cannibalistic demons within thy safely guarded Pandora chest atomic cesium clock timed to
Much time has passed, now and then When incited by your furtive glance I asked myself for the first time Was this that one stroke of chance? Much time has passed, now and then When I dared to hold your