You're sweet, just too sweet
Is it real or fake?
Is my mind so bleak,
that kindness, it cannot take?
Doubting every motive
Every gentle act
"Maybe you're just paranoid,"
The voice in my head nagged
You say you love me,
Every time we talk
How is it so easy?
With doubts that always lurk...
Shouldn't say it to your face
You're too pure for me
My mind is a dark void
That will trap you with glee
Lost in darkness eternal
As I push you off the cliff
You love the free fall
Not once thinking, "What if?"
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I'm sweet, just too sweet
Is it real or fake?
Is your mind so bleak,
that kindness, it cannot take?
Doubting every motive
Every gentle act
"Maybe you're just paranoid,"
The voice in your head nagged
I say I love you,
Every time we talk
Is it ever true?
The doubt always lurks...
Said it before, saying again
You're too pure for me
My mind is a dark void
That will trap you with glee
Lost in darkness eternal
As I push you off the cliff
You love the free fall
Not once thinking, "What if?"
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Musings of a Nyctophile
PoetryThose dark, cryptic thoughts I didn't want in my head but couldn't get rid of either. The anger, the pain, the love, the hate; it's all in here... Bad idea? Probably. Do I care? Not really. Let people relate. Cover by @-decepted
