It isn't necessary to imagine the world ending in fire or ice — there are two other possibilities: one is paperwork, and the other is nostalgia.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Burnt sand
She’s a mess of gorgeous chaos.
You can see it in her eyes.
Pasted smile, nervous laugh,
a tangled web of truth and lies.
Her once concieded thoughts
wander through life and death
and wander through regrets past time
those guys who caught her breath
her heart once made of gold and glass,
has now transformed to stone
the once bright and sparkling eyes
replaced with ones unknown
she feels depressed and without love
for those who’d loved had left
her smile now gone missing
had been taken by their theft.
distant accquaintances replace
the boy no longer there
friends no longer listen and don’t pretend to care.
She’s a mess of gorgeous chaos.
You can see it in her eyes.
Pasted smile, nervous laugh.
a tangled web of truth and lies.
She strives to find an answer
for the longings gone ignored.
but not enough to wish
for the guy she once adored.
her once contagious laughter
now scoffed bitter and cold
her once outrageous humor
no longer stands so bold.
she can’t help but keep wondering
why she’ll never make the cut
she can’t help but keep wondering
what doors remain un-shut
He’ll never no how much she cares
or what he made her feel
She’ll never know how he faked it all
and none of it was real.
She’s a mess of gorgeous chaos.
You can see it in her eyes.
Pasted smile, nervous laugh,
a tangled web of truth and lies.
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