How can I buy juice or look at a blender
Knowing you bought one and used it to spill on everywhere?
How will I make a bed and lay in it
When I can't find my head? Thoughtless, I stay in it
How will life ever live up to these golden standards set by you?
I can't reminisce or I'll get sick without warmth of arms to crawl into
For leaving me breathless and bereft
I won't forgive you or forget
Instead, continue blindly hoping
You'll have risen from the dead and chose to forget
That you chose to have left
How can I order takeaway or race to the door wearing shorts?
Knowing you and I did it all too often, now every weekend is flawed
How will life ever live up to these golden standards set by you?
I can't reminisce or I'll get sick without warmth of arms to crawl into
For leaving me breathless and bereft
I can't forgive you or forget
Instead, continue blindly hoping
You'll have risen from the dead and chose to forget
That you chose to have left
How can I ever sleep, ever wake up, ever dream, ever be
Anyplace else than interwoven?
How can I ever speak again, wake up, ever bleed, ever peak?
My sole triumph is outspoken
Leaving me breathless and bereft
I should forgive you and forget
Instead, I continue hoping
You'll be overcome with regret and choose to forget
That you chose to have left
Breathless and bereft
Forgive or forget
Blindly hoping
But you still left
How will life ever live up to these golden standards set by you?
I can't reminisce or I'll get sick without warmth of arms to crawl into
YOU ARE READING
Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
