I see my life,
I see my death,
I need another cigarette.
Strawberries aren't strong enough,
And neither is cherry coke,
My eyes are red,
My heart is broke.
You can't give up,
You can't go away,
You promised you were here to stay.
My love,
My lost,
My only dream,
I beg of you,
Come to me.
You gave up,
Like raspberries and cream,
You are a coward to the core,
And left me craving more.
You said I didn't know what you were thinking,
That through will you loved me,
I refused,
You said that I couldn't learn your move,
Bit end game,
I win,
But baby,
I really lose.
Ashes to ashes,
Tears to tears,
My baby is gone,
But I am here.
Loved me once,
But never twice,
I took the risk,
Rolled the dice,
Gave it all,
Did what I could,
But risk wasn't worth the fall.
Glassy marble,
Soft ice cream,
All my lies,
All my dreams,
My love come back,
I'll write you sweet poetry,
Honest,
You're the one for me.
I love you,
I love you,
Baby please,
Break my heart again,
But always come back to me.
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Art isn't always beautiful
PoetryA collection of poems, from deeply sorrowful narratives of lost love, to lustful laments for cigarettes. Joyous songs are rare, as this is an authentic representation of life. And life isn't always beautiful. {All works accredited to WildeYouth}
