it's been done one time too many - did you not think I'd be used to it by now?
used to the scent of yearning that hangs in the still air
used to the whisper of silence that screams nothing but your name till my ears become accustomed to it as a cast-iron anchor is to the too-strong current
i've moved on from the black roses you laid at my grave in a pretence of false agony - don't try to fool me with those opal-encrusted eyes I once found my world in
you don't have guts
i don't have heart
cause you stole it to sew a silk purse
i miss you, undeniably, but I don't think you can lay claim to that too
cause you never loved me in that special way
and now i no longer love you like I did yesterday
YOU ARE READING
lyrical beauty
Poetry"one good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain." ~ bob marley verses of notes and chords; an ode to the vividest vice known to man - music. trigger warnings: occasional themes of violent love, angst, self-hatred, and overall dark i...
