Djjapp777
Bluelighter
My friend is vacationing with his girlfriend at her parents house...
I'm at home listening to my love tell me about her feelings for my friend.
Tears soak my marble brown embrazend eyes and lungs are stuck with pain,
tense and malfunctioning to the point where all i can do is purse my lips and choke
on my thoughts and feelings, fighting to escape to haunt the world,
they've already eaten away the raw life inside me and want a different exotic blood,
what can i do, what can i do, I feel like bashing my head against the cement,
so as to knock every tear out of my skull and thus hopefully make my existance less
impossible, allowing no reaction (there already is no satisfaction) to the deep hurt
caused by the wrong arrows through the wrong heart. There are not enough eyes on a
human to cry away the depressing sorrow, each tear not an answer to the questions.
I wish I my lips could cry to eject the pain, lick away the liquid and spit it to
the fire.
Why are you with him, why aren't you with me, you told me you wanted to be with me,
and now you are with him...
Please make my eyes shine without the salt-water sparkle, hold me and let me cry
on your shoulder, just so I can pretend that it is hers...
I'm at home listening to my love tell me about her feelings for my friend.
Tears soak my marble brown embrazend eyes and lungs are stuck with pain,
tense and malfunctioning to the point where all i can do is purse my lips and choke
on my thoughts and feelings, fighting to escape to haunt the world,
they've already eaten away the raw life inside me and want a different exotic blood,
what can i do, what can i do, I feel like bashing my head against the cement,
so as to knock every tear out of my skull and thus hopefully make my existance less
impossible, allowing no reaction (there already is no satisfaction) to the deep hurt
caused by the wrong arrows through the wrong heart. There are not enough eyes on a
human to cry away the depressing sorrow, each tear not an answer to the questions.
I wish I my lips could cry to eject the pain, lick away the liquid and spit it to
the fire.
Why are you with him, why aren't you with me, you told me you wanted to be with me,
and now you are with him...
Please make my eyes shine without the salt-water sparkle, hold me and let me cry
on your shoulder, just so I can pretend that it is hers...
very well written