Dirtflake
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- Posted: Wed, 22 Aug 2012 22:30:08 +0000
here we go. final ;D hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it
Before you sits a broken man. A fragile pinkish heart in hand.
Peculiar how it can hurt so bad while love is only in the mind.
I miss you every time autumn comes around. It's like you visit me for a full season.
And the memories of you are as vivid as autumn leaves.
Your red lips, the yellow reminds me of your blonde hair, your eyes as hazel as autumn's essence.
That have once again reminded me of every leaf in that season falling like our love.
And not only does it remind me of your red lips but also of the running blood that turned my life into the longest cold moonlight winter night.
Those red lips warmed my spirit like the summer but they spoke those cold words even though I saw your beautiful lips move it was like you had a heart of ice.
And the mist of your beauty blinded me to how hurtful the hail was because every word hurt just as much.
Felt like I would die, I couldn't stand the pain. I felt myself slipping away.
A knife up to your throat for one put through my heart.
I often think back to that night, the moment when I found out that our love was a lie.
Yellow sirens flashing like when the wind blows through autumn leaves.
The dusk always coloring the memories.
The dying breath of my sunshine slowly getting carried away by the breeze.
And the leaves still haunt me, like ghosts in Halloween.
The wind still whispers your name, and like jack-o-lanterns I carve myself a smile.
But just like that you left me once again.
Summers of love fade into autumns of regret.
I know I need to learn to adapt to change or get washed away like tears in the rain,
But the pain is too tense, this scar still itches, this broken heart still beats for your pulse.
My eyes still long for autumn's beauty incarnate, but this hope is false.
Because seasons change, rearrange, as bright green leaves turn yellow, red, and brown see autumn caught 'em and all those leaves must fall down.
Before you sits a broken man. A fragile pinkish heart in hand.
Peculiar how it can hurt so bad while love is only in the mind.
I miss you every time autumn comes around. It's like you visit me for a full season.
And the memories of you are as vivid as autumn leaves.
Your red lips, the yellow reminds me of your blonde hair, your eyes as hazel as autumn's essence.
That have once again reminded me of every leaf in that season falling like our love.
And not only does it remind me of your red lips but also of the running blood that turned my life into the longest cold moonlight winter night.
Those red lips warmed my spirit like the summer but they spoke those cold words even though I saw your beautiful lips move it was like you had a heart of ice.
And the mist of your beauty blinded me to how hurtful the hail was because every word hurt just as much.
Felt like I would die, I couldn't stand the pain. I felt myself slipping away.
A knife up to your throat for one put through my heart.
I often think back to that night, the moment when I found out that our love was a lie.
Yellow sirens flashing like when the wind blows through autumn leaves.
The dusk always coloring the memories.
The dying breath of my sunshine slowly getting carried away by the breeze.
And the leaves still haunt me, like ghosts in Halloween.
The wind still whispers your name, and like jack-o-lanterns I carve myself a smile.
But just like that you left me once again.
Summers of love fade into autumns of regret.
I know I need to learn to adapt to change or get washed away like tears in the rain,
But the pain is too tense, this scar still itches, this broken heart still beats for your pulse.
My eyes still long for autumn's beauty incarnate, but this hope is false.
Because seasons change, rearrange, as bright green leaves turn yellow, red, and brown see autumn caught 'em and all those leaves must fall down.
