The year was 2009 in and out of love 3 times I cried Once For fantastic promises Broken by reality Once For mistakenly gifting My lucky charm And once For the loss Of great possibility But Do not fret For the year was 2009 And I was in and out of love 3 times
The lines on your skin betray innocence the sharp white traces of my fingertips followed by red flesh heard no pain muttered and that's when I knew you've been here before and my joy was gone. i was not unique.
Filling my lungs with promises I know I will not keep burns my tongue and dries my eyes free of tears but I could not bare the sadness on your face when I spoke the truth Your little soul betrayed by my maliciousness will be my secret. alone.
I'm terrified of letting go because, if I do, I may lose my mind. Being lost is only fun when you have the comfort of knowing you're really not. Otherwise, it's dangerous, scary, and alone.