This is like the other point of view of the story of the song "Easy" by Troye Sivan, really hope you like it 💙
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Thursday rolled by
We lost track of time
High heels shoe lace
Left the door open
Let the stranger walk in
Your eyes can't even meet mine
Not like before not anymore
I took a chance on us
And you said "I love you" first
Nothing is made to be easy in this life
I pulled the stars to be in your sky
Didn't realize you were looking at the moon
The freak is me baby
You're what I used to call home
I don't think we can pull through
Love, what are the wine glasses for
One is half filled and the other is empty
The lit candles are melting
Fire broke loose in our wooden house
Flames burned in my eyes
Drowned this place in seas
With hot trails of tears
Heart wrenching lung collapsing
Can't breathe there's no oxygen
Ash covered face and cindered hands
Babe, I'm a force to be reckoned with
Blood cuts and flesh wounds
Mighty ocean messy tides
New beginnings or lousy ends
I've seen it all unfold before
As fragile as the glass over your head
Your insecurity lingers within
Seeking their lips to feel whole
You didn't resist didn't put up a fight
An astray puppy barking at every door
Hunger for the one that feeds you
Made it easy for you, no leash on your neck
You'll know what you've lost this time
Safe haven and an embrace you held on to
YOU ARE READING
The Words I Speak
PoetryWhile I'm silenced out there I'll speak my mind in here This reputation of the quiet Just let it disappear I've got a lot ahead of me Many things that I fear As I'm walking down this road I can finally see things clear . . . . . The Words I S...
