use love as a gun,
and kill me my Cupid
suppress my thoughts with depress,
and remind me I'm stupid
for I'll be forever lonely
though why am I always so clueless?
barry me under a rock,
and let me be denied by the ruthlessbut you know my worth,
and you will not let me do this
i'd just have to go trough heartbreak,
for me to appreciate what love that's true is
For then you are Cupid
And therefore not stupidShe's a dark-light shade with clear skin
Thickened jawline that resorts to her double-chin
With no flaws, she's a goddess with no sin
Though she ain't perfect,
But her bits of insecurities seems for my S M I L E to bring• • • •
The range of freedom at ease,
the S M I L Es, the laughters I reminisce
The voice of an angle, she sings
--too many graceful illusions are rushing in
Some sort of happiness she brings,
The colourful aura, you know I'll be feeling itThoughts of her are absurd, are surreal
A certain proximity, and heaven is all I'll feel
My conspiracy is her heart that I'll steal,
Dipped in what love might have spilled
Cold is the liquid that's giving me chills:
but all the bad energy, it seems to heal
Funny enough, this feels like The Matrix
--And maybe I've found my red pill
So we should talk and I let it then spill
That I might be...
Losing my mind and although it may seem,
My boring conscious,
I'll have to kill
Two shot with a pistol and let it's blood spill
--And although I don't mean a one that's real
And surely I can change how I feel,
Some reasons got me stuck on this field...
--Where there's a fantasy to fight,
And love I have to hield
My thoughts are aligned,
and my words are then spilled
--Her mind is protected by fetters a pistol cannot kill
Let me take a deep breath
Or maybe take a chill
Relax a little bit before love gets me killedThe range of freedom at ease,
the S M I L Es, the laughters I reminisce
The voice of an angle, she sings...
--too many graceful illusions are rushing in
Some sort of happiness she brings
The colourful aura, you know I'll be feeling itThe beautiful S M I L E
The kindness that's within
I contort from a mile;
My beautiful eclipse
Overwhelming is this child,
--From only the stretch of her lipsMy card is decline,
How coward is this?
Can't truly buy her some time,
Her attention don't cost a dime...
So maybe just I'll just convince'till when I'll be trying,
My thoughts implying
That your chapter is never expiring
My demons are mad,
Because with you
I'll always be S M I LingYou truly consume me and all my worth:
Fvck falling from the sky,
--You brought my kind of heaven to earth
The korobelas are tiring
--But I'm in love with this curse.My human type of soul food...
Love is my verb
But to you an adjective with broad truth
Stuck in this love:
Like my teeth trying to chew some tofu
A complicated fella,
But truly think I kinda know you
Bad enough to even break rules
It's funny I never wanted to date you,
But still hated the feeling of not having you
You made me write clichés,
I never thought I had to be corny to tell my truth
My words were decieving:
Couldn't truly believe to say I loved you
But still didn't want youThe range of freedom at ease,
the S M I L Es, the laughters I reminisce
The voice of an angle, she sings...
--too many graceful illusions are rushing in
Some sort of happiness she brings
The colourful aura, you know I'll be feeling itBeen drowning in my waters I call your words which are contagious.
For me to be in a setting where I couldn't even wonder around the outrageous
Courageous but,
But my contagious norms reflected on the hidden agenda
The strongholds of my ego shattered as I surrender
To my Goddess I call Glenda
That's not your name but you better take that to remember
Take my word that I spill into a prophecy in which I call a love letter
In fears I'll say I love you, wena!The range of freedom at ease,
the S M I L Es, the laughters I reminisce
The voice of an angle, she sings...
--too many graceful illusions are rushing in
Some sort of happiness she brings
The colourful aura, you know I'll be feeling it

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Confusion Of Happiness
PoésieA beautiful exposure to the roughness and beautiful emotional intensity of a young boy . A cry for help, but yet a better understanding of one's feelings -- both internal and external.