My Love what a MistakeIn the morning we will wake
And brush the cobwebs off of our broken hearts
I forgot that it still is beating
Though I can't say how much longer it can take
The sun shines through the curtains onto our faces
We are awake, but are actually dead
Laying in the aftermath of another war
Our bodies are sore and can't take no more
But we will rewind this broken tape
And relive all the same damn mistakes
Love is blind, Love is dumb
And we will dance once more to the melody
Of our broken hearts
My Love what a mistake
Wasted so much time to make
This perfect, this true
But we never realized it was being held together with cheap glue
And the life of it is gone and becoming cracked
But we will not move on
Because isn't that what "Love" is?
Just ThereI don't get it.
It feels as if it is always just me.
They like them more than me.
They could care less if I was there.
I'm probably "just there" in their mind.
If I wasn't there it would be cool for them.
I'm like glass.
You can see right through my body, mind, and soul.
I already don't feel pretty as it is.
But to make me feel unwanted is the cherry on top.
Of my beautiful "diasterpiece".
And let these words be huge.
To at least let my words be heard.