LaFemmeRad

Wishing away desires from a sleepless, endless nightmare, Taking from others the blame of their own inevitable mistakes, For ages I'll sit here thinking that life just simply isn't fair, Should I succumb to the levels of others and become one of those suicidal fakes? I could sit here till midnight slitting my wrists, Letting blood run like harmless thread from a spool, Gauging out these cold, grey eyes with my fists, But really, what good would that do apart from making me look the fool? And if only love songs could make all these things better, But I won't throw love around in fear of being broken, Time will only make my fragile he

Wilted roses red lay on the side Along with coughed up fears and excuses For all the she wanted was to confide From a bunch of helpless, broken uses. That single echoing dead-pang expression Brought to sudden realisation those fears The ones that shunned her of all her emotion And triggered that resulting constant flow of tears. Halted was that continuing devotion of so long She'd been stopped dead in her tracks With the loss of such a good thing And she could almost feel her heart forming cracks. All she could hope for was that it wasn't a loss If it was, she'd simply pick up the shards That would finally leave her to be a hear