I sing for him who makes my heart beat,
I sing for him who breaks it.
I sing for every broken piece,
I sing for each I get fixed.
Cupid did not teach me these songs, you did.
Songs that made me fall and left me broken.
I know, it was stupid,
But your songs kept me going.
It was wrong to turn the radio off,
And listen to your voice.
So sweet, nice, and soft,
It felt like the perfect choice.
Now, I'd rather not hear your voice.
No, don't try to speak.
I'd rather not hear my perfect choice,
Your songs, they make me weak.
You sang those words like lullabies,
Beautiful and sweet, like by butterflies.
Over, and over I took each alibi,
Though I know they are just lovely, lovely lies.
Your songs are lovely lies.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryThese are stanzas and poems I wrote. It's not much, but I hope you find time to read each of them. :)
