the boy with no name had stunning black eyes
that pierced through my soul and sold me sweet lies.
his face was spotted with stars and his smile shone bright, the stars aligned so it felt to be right.
(wrong.)
the boy with no name talked for hours on end, trusted me, made me think he was my friend.
but when push came to shove and our hearts had been heard, the boy had been gone without another word.
disappearing act was his specialty i suppose; should we have been at a circus, i would have been in the clown's clothes. i trust too easily and i love too hard, and the boy with no name understood that, he saw i was marred.
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melancholic feelings on a silver platter (for you)
Romancetalks of crushes or feelings or whatever's stewing inside. usually dramatic and melancholic, satirical if you look at it in a certain light. always original, always the same.
