Rusty lights swing upon the wet streets,
They go dim when they hear your needs,
Move like there is nothing to be found in you anymore,
And move on like you'll hold hands on the shore,
But who knew you're going to hold yourself and nothing more?
Break my open windows to see inside,
And convince me they are painted black so I won't fix the cracks,
Charm me to my own wish and hope to come true,
I'll let you in to get all you want,
Deprave me of my own love and sound,
Strip my heart empty of veins and blood,
To get a white diamond for your neck,
To wear it now and when I'll rest.
Of course you didn't know,
You always pretend it's sunny when it snows,
And it's so warm today, but the wind blows,
What the hell am I supposed to do when you get so close?
Who am I to tell you, but who are you to tell me?
Why would I change again just to bend the knee?
How can I stand my ground when there is nothing to stand on?
And why would you expect me to be so great all alone?
It's just normal that I dreamed of your petals swarming my body,
Your velvet skin tracing every line of my curves,
Your sweaty hands drawing sightless murals on my back,
But the looks never proved to be love when you never act.
Oh the way I color everything and l see only black,
It's like I'm blind and always draw what I lack,
Who knows, maybe I'm misunderstood through loving that,
Or maybe I'm just left out to paint the greatest craft with the hands at my back.
So maybe I'm sick of all these tries,
But if the soul doesn't push down, gravity's a lie,
And I feel all the rage burning inside,
But I can't tell you to stop, because that's not mine,
And if I do, who am I to make you die?
But who were you to make me lie?
There's a reason to all you and me do,
Mine was to love, but look what you made me do,
What's yours?
Lie and pretend I'm all yours,
For reaching the top of the world ignoring all the loss?
I'll go back to the vintage shore,
Where I'll wait again once more,
But I know you won't come, so I come for the Moon,
To look at Her and listen to the waves as they move,
Maybe they'll love me more than you do.
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Poetry"The chaos is scattered and split, but the order it has is not for us to see." Here is my 2nd poetry book, yet another journey delving into the depths of the mind to uncover one self. The chapters will diverse in theme, yet they will be having dark...
