It's about time I learned.
The ticket to the world fair has been burned.
The twisted shape of your smile has been
In my mind for some time now, and I
Can't seem to understand the fixated thoughts.
Nothing makes sense in the world when you speak.
(Your confusing and,
Sadly everyone gets a broken heart.)
The death of a saint is a cure for the sane.
Inside you dwell only to seduce then kill.
Don't tempt those who seek your heart.
They'll die before they ever reach it.
It feels like i've been burned by the wicked.
Sad thoughts come across the sky to feed me.
You can't seem to get what you want.
And you miss the love that left you.
Why must you break our hearts so?
It kills us to think we touch it but won’t.
In time the thoughts will fade to those who adore -
The pain is inevitable, especially trying to tame you.
Your perfect, but yet so hard to tame. |
Submission Name: New Years Drinkin'
