The love that's neither real or fantasy |
Complexity If I pick up all the pieces, will I have enough time to fix it? The mind has a funny way of tearing itself about. Integrity If I get red paint from the store, will it still act the same? A shattered heart feels nothing but blue. Individuality If I put you on a pedestal, would ask to be taken down? You always talked to me as if no one else was around. Helplessness With all these pieces laying around me, where to begin? One by one, I need to gather the pieces in my hands. Unique It doesn't beat or move or lie, but can I trust it? The words coming off your forked tongue and out of your mouth. Guarantee Will it work next time or will it trick me into wanting the unataneable? The days of brushing myself off when I fall down get tiresome. I gave you every bit of my heart and love I could find. Will you love me tomorrow for being the same person? Colorful You took it, looked at it, and said "It's not you, it's me" Why would this event feel like a tornado tore me in two? Tenacious I took it, gave you the smile I always gave it and started sweeping up the mess. Could you carry me, or is it not within your distant eyes to know what you've done? Pain I don't want to breath and it hurts to think about you. Can I fight the tears and tell her that you hope she'll be alright? Warm-hearted Translucent What about the friends, the ones I would take a bullet for? Breaking down in front of people that you know will laugh. They would want you around and to take a bullet for you. Their lives without you, would you be doing the same to them? Responsible Although these tears in my eyes say that it was me and not you. Is there anything I can do to make you stay and not walk away? Gone. |