poems of a broken girl

#8 Pink clouds

your name is fake
your age is fake
your look is fake
your world is fake

telling me your troubles
hiding in your bubbles
you don't filter your lies
no truth in your eyes

creating a storm
a new world is born
where people like us
deserve no trust

repeating them all
hitting the ball
playing the game
losing the frame
causing an empty brain

new memories result
to go on like before
nothing but insults
behind the next door

the path is drawn
easiest to follow
to a dream that is gone
to an unsure tomorrow

if it continues like this
where will we end?
you kissing my lips
a man who pretends

you're not real
every single word is fake
your intention to steal
my heart and break
it into pieces

but now I can see
that we aren't meant to be
pink clouds darkened my mind
so I couldn't see the crime

everybody tells me
how lucky I am
just to have you with me
and falling for your charm

blinded by
the pinkest clouds
no chance to see the darkest sky
after pulling away the crowd
there's nothing but an empty lie
not enough ears to hear the sound
of you telling me why

my heart is gone
your words have killed it
all what you've done
just to leave me like a piece of shit

who are you
no idea
I thought I knew
believed I see ya

after all these empty words
you disappeared and left me here
we could have flown away like birds
but you aren't real

you lied to me
that you would be my destiny
now that I know you're not
no time for me to wave goodbye
couldn't leave staring in your eye

betrayed me
promised all the jewellery
in the end all I got
is nothing but an empty spot

a silent place
where my heart should ache
so look into my face
cause now I'm awake

tell me what you've done
that you're gone
cause angriness
is a smaller mess
than this emptiness

I want to shout
blame it on you
tell all my doubts
that it was you

you used me
and my insecurity
but now I've become your enemy

my revenge is planned
taking your hand
stealing your heart
just to tear it apart

you want to play
be careful baby
underestimation
is my best weapon

my sword to win
is your weakest point
just a little gin
and of course your joint

before the game
you were ready to play
what a shame
you'll die today
nobody to blame
I'm sorry to say
that you're insane

the fake man is gone
all the work is done
just a small thing left
nothing but to press 《next》