Running around my head,
Like tiny little ants.
What you said,
Is it really true?
Flying through my mind,
Those words so cruel.
Could words be so unkind?
Or was it all lies?
Rushing through my ears,
How you described me.
Bringing out my utmost fears,
Or was it just a rumour?
Fast vicious lies,
Spread around the room.
Someone always cries,
So why?
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You're so heartless Your calmness Is a part of the power you harness You're ignorant Your arrogance Is a part of the armour you wear You're cursed Your curse is you curse The ones who may...
It's complicated. Very complicated. You wouldn't understand, How it is to stand here, Not knowing where I stand.
The drug of the thought The burning of mind The ache of the soul And the vision of the blind The innocent thought Followed by a dream Converting to a blushing A quite thrilling scene What a...
Sticks and stones - I suppose there's only so many times you can shift your weight between the balls of your feet and blink while they, with their forked tongues of concrete and stone are throwing...
Chilling and cold. What's going on. Thinking the worse. Just getting hurt. Damn imagination. Procrastination. Should simply ask. Seeing a farce. Who is she. Way too pretty. What does she want.
The taste of disappointment Such a bitter taste indeed. It's one that I grew up on One that was in my feed. The horrid taste of it Haunts my very buds. If only I had hope...
One tiny lie, An echo of doubt, Comes out as a whisper, When I try to shout. Caged up inside me, Word after word, Truth after truth, That will never be heard.
Promises. I kept. Secrets. I kept. But now my last promise to you I can't keep. I no longer want to shed tears in my sleep. Your Promises. Broken. My Secrets. Spoken.
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