The way that I said
You’re just a bad luck girl
Who wants to live like the rest
So call your boyfriend
Though he treats you like shit
Tell him how many hearts you’ve broken for him
You’re no stranger to lies and deceit
So why the hell are you glaring at me?
You never loved me
The way that you said
I’m just a loveless boy
Asleep like the rest
So I’ll call all my friends
And tell them about all the hearts you’ve broken for him
You said you know you made a mistake
Well that’s the first half of being right
So let’s see the rest
Well you ran back to him
And that’s the last half of anything I thought we had left
You know, you’re cute when you get that sly smile
The one that says your mind’s made up in a mile
But I’ll just sit here
Feign some denial
Because the only thing that’s real is your movie script style
And baby, you know how I feel
And you keep striking nails
Attempt to feel real
But it won’t work and let me tell you why
Everything you break just takes you further away
Everything you hurt just furthers the pain
So drown your sorrows in that broken bottle
There’s nothing I can say to make you swallow any harder
And let’s hope for once in your life
The alcohol makes you feel like you’ve done something right
So drown your sorrows in his broken hands
There’s nothing I could do to make you callous any faster
But let’s pray, for once in your life
The bruises are enough to make you feel alive
1 comment:
There will be other girls ... :-) And a shameless girl will only make you feel bad. "... For these commands [The Law of Moses] are a lamp, this teaching is a light, and the corrections of discipline are the way to life, keeping you from the immoral woman, from the smooth tongue of the wayward wife. Do not lust in your heart after her beauty or let her captivate you with her eyes, for the prostitute reduces you to a loaf of bread, and the adulteress preys upon your very life. Can a man scoop fire into his lap without his clothes being burned? Can a man walk on hot coals without his feet being scorched? ..."
INVITATION
Invited hereby to my site
please be. You see I poems write
and knight like fight and youth alight.
That photo says it. Godly, right?
I want more readers. I want you
to come as if out from the blue
and tell me what I write is true
and make my motivation new.
Why you? This is not spam, God’s dear.
I stand by what I do. I care.
Your senseless love to me I fear.
I mean it. I am good. Take care.
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