30 May 2012
Act one Chilling in the summer sun. Met a girl, looking for some summer fun.
Long days, heedless drinking. Day's a blur, sanity shrinking.
Early morning you have to go, you're running late. Me too, call you later that was great.
Act two. It's time to make our debut. I guess we'll have to follow through.
Are we exclusive? Let's remain unobtrusive.
Forget the labels, lets take it slow. I guess we should give this a go?
Act three. Sipping wine in Italy. Kissing by the lemon tree. We're in love so blissfully.
You say. You think that this was fated.
I don't believe in fate, but love whatever we've created.
I love your hair I love your smile
And I love, your inquiring eyes.
I love whatever we comprise.
Act four. I hardly see you any more.
Late night. I'm waiting for you by your door.
I have'nt slept. I'm feeling weak.
But I've got to go, I missed work. So I guess we'll meet another week.
I'm feeling like a spare part You can't see my bleeding heart. But now we're both drifting apart.
Act five. I'm still alive. But I doubt that we'll survive.
I made my bed here on the floor. And I'm still waiting by your door.
I swear to god I'll kick it down. And burn this hell hole to the ground.
I hate your hair I hate your smile
And I hate your judgemental eyes.
Act six Bag of tricks.
You've learned how to spread your lies.
You've changed to someone I don't recognise.
I don't like what we comprise.
Act seven. Searched for heaven.
But I found a piece of hell instead. I don't like you messing with my head. I think we should put this to bed.
I don't want to be your friend It's too late now to make amends.
I don't want the texts you send
In our love story
This is...
The end.
Love Story. • Opuss № I