sometimes i just sit myself in the dark and hoping that one day
u will lay down and have a smoke with me
talk about the stupidest things we've done to our time
and blast the loudest music we can find
i like thinking about u beside me
even if it's just all in my head
i know i'm just reminiscing you close to me
so i'll slap myself back to reality instead
at least in my fantasy we are together
at least u like me in here
and i wont let anybody destroy my invention
at least for now...
until i realize u can never be with me
and there's no passion that resides in u that is for me
i'm just a dead rose laying in your garden
a flower that u will never pick
these issues aren't unique
i'm just another lost boy who can never find a place to u.
i just might be more effort than i'm worth
i guess i can't blame u but i can't say it doesn't hurt.
YOU ARE READING
romantic homicide
Poetryshe could rip my heart and hang it on her wall if it meant art for her..