You kinda love me in a fucked-up way The way you love me I could never stay I sorta knew that it would go this way I never really thought you would stay
I’m just a puppet in your master plan Had me eating out the palm of your hand I even wanted to be your man Nobody else could ever understand
You kinda left me in this fucked-up state Took for granted everything I gave If it meant something I cannot say Our love was always doomed for the grave
You kinda want me in this fucked-up way Even though you have no plans to stay It’s kinda crazy how it goes this way You love so much and then it fades away
It’s kinda funny how it goes this way You love so much and then they never stay You love so much and then they never stay You love so much and then they go away
I loved you so much but you did not stay I loved you so much but you went away I love you so much but you would not stay You broke my heart when you left that day
Nobody else should ever feel this pain Nobody else should ever feel such pain
This song went from a very upbeat sounding song to more of a slow song with only four chords repeating, which reiterates the cycle of loss. It’s interesting to try writing something out of your comfort zone. Sometimes trying a different artistic medium opens your mind up to higher creative endeavors. If you can: try to do something totally different with your next piece. Thanks for reading and listening!
Since you’ve been gone I’m avoiding words Most of all poems Can’t wrap my hand around a pen And advocate the heavenliness of love When I’ve been forcefully converted To a sad poet by its forsaken desires
Summer comes first. Always, summer comes first with a sunlight-like weight upon your shoulders. Everything, everyone is a light bulb, a candle that cannot be blown out despite the murderous winds. Pleasure dresses the unknown. Wonder builds an unexplored city. Doors open doors that open doors that expose your eyes to the play areas of enjoyment: mountains of dreams, slides of hope, clouds for trampolining. But spring comes next: the realization of the mirror, the blossoming of other eyes upon you. Thorns grow where they’re not supposed to and bars fence in your heart. Winter storms in like a hic … cup. Here, frozen faces stop smiles. Invisible clouds shield you from the forgotten warmth of yellow. Longing impregnates your mind, swallows softer thoughts until they sink below the surface of love. And finally you enter the fall, lose your footprints amongst the leave-carpeted floor. Some days your eyes are green and some days they are red. But most days your eyes are so black that you forget about the changing of the seasons.
The flowers of the fiction plant rooted in my brain, the voice of the inexpressible feelings hidden in my heart and the eruption of the theories burning in my mind– I made a ball out of the three, threw it high into the sky and it landed right at my blog.