|| You act so kind, only until you find someone else that it pays more off on. |
Dulcet ; (especially of sound) sweet and soothing. You are dulcet. A melody to my ears. Every time you walk by, I feel at ease as is nothing may hurt. That sweet, soothing melody. Anew came along. Anew that I didn't care of but you seemed to. A lot. A sweet, soothing melody it faded to only sweet and soon, neither of the two. What we once did, you two took over tradition. I tried and wondered, wondered long wondered hard. Wondering, ' What have I done? To make you so amort towards me? ' Amort ; utterly dejected, depressed, lifeless or listless. Now so lifeless, now so dejected, yet only to me. Me whom be there, me whom cares, me whom loves. To make me feel so depressed, and listless, how can I continue? You scoff at what I try to prove, and convince me it's not what I feel. But through these months of pained misery, I know what I know and feel what I feel. You no longer have hold, and I will suffer this grief on my own because thinking alone will always be better than thinking alone with a presence. Maybe this is to prove that we cannot all be just amort and dulcet, maybe we may be just one or the other or is that just you. A sweet and soothing melodic, to a depressing, listless love. One turning the other to feel so utterly dejected, and lifeless. |