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Love. Joyful. Together at last. Kiss. Singing. Forgotten past. Ring. Promise. You'll never leave. Run. Away. Heart on sleeve. Hate. Rumours. Behind my back. Betray. Whisper. Heart goes black. Trust.
One more promise, One more lie, One 'hello', And one 'goodbye'. No 'I love you's, No 'I care's, No help offered, Just stops and stares. One less person, One less man, One less woman, A false 'I can'.
#augustwriteaday I bought you flowers. They're in the bin Since when was 'happy' a mortal sin What about 'nice', and where is your smile.
We cross each other in the hall Strangers now in body and soul I have been consumed by chores He has been busy opening life's doors We are now strangers in bed It seems what we had is now held by a...
We smile. But not at each other. We laugh. But not together. We cry. To leave one another. We sleep. But not together. We listen. But never to each other. We talk. But to disagree with the other.
I'm just another apple hung on your tree. You don't care at all as long as your free. Growing more apples, most of them still green. Well I'll tell you this once, this is the last place I'll be seen.
I see us now but lost for words. I feel I have been stabbed with a thousand swords. I thought forever was our fate. So why is there so much hate. I thought our love was meant to be.
The fairy tale has ended, With a drawn out conclusion. Our happy ever after, Remains an illusion. Grown tired of the fighting, And grown sick of your lies.
She gave him a rose made of glass. So their love would never die. He cherished it for a while... But really never quite understood why. One night in a heated argument. He clutched the glass too hard.
Warning: Brutal Language Wow Just, wow I can't believe you Would be like that 'Like what?' Like an asshole Your words Should pierce me Right then I stopped them I won't let you hurt me Not now,...
170 is a special number to me. Lot one- seven- O. It was the number of my old auction bought flat. It had a lot going for it before. I left it all for that prat. Bought on the 3rd of December.
With a sharp tug, it went away, And I tumbled and fell today, You stole away sure-footed land, And took back a once-held hand, A rug pulled from beneath my feet, Every light turned off in this...
Stop throwing your troubles at me I have my own share so please let me be. You keep screaming about how life is unfair Every single time we talk.
These are our final moments. I would have liked to stay. You laid too many tripwires. That just got in the way. It's like a mental minefield. Too painful to traverse. Be careful where to step.
No one wants your untruths, Your soppy, soggy lies, No one wants your spiteful words, Your stupid alibis.
Hollow words said. The debt paid. My failure made. Seeming so trusting. Your slowly rusting. Someone I knew. Now a complete fool. A friend now a stranger. Your a deadly danger. Someone twisted.
You don't have to say a word You are lost in your own world And are you talking to these walls To make me seem worse Or to make yourself feel better about it all You will never know yourself cause...
He woke up early in an empty bed, his fingers all wrinkled like prunes. Trying to shake the song from his head, haunted by yesterday's tunes. The song was a song of hatred.
Who knew We could ever Be so petty As to argue Over a loaf of bread, What to drink, Where to eat, Your friends, My friends, The weather. How did we Ever get here. This isn't The journey We set out on.
You made me happy doing nothing just sitting beside me. The 2nd year, your controlled temper grown full blown & so does your patience. On the 3rd year, everything I say becomes a nag to you.
Good memories hazy. The both of us lazy. No wonder we just won't work. Conversation killer. This argument's a thriller. And it's driving me berserk. I want you to hear it. I want us to clear it.
Fingerprints on a window pane. That's what I am. Washed away by the acid rain. That's where I am, it's where I am. Fading ink in an envelope. That's what I am. A familiar smell from a bar of soap.
I'm sick of being the bad guy. I'm sick of always being wrong. I'm sick of you constant moaning. I'm sick of marching to a different song. I'm sick of all your games. I'm sick of all your lies.
What happened to us.