sweet smell of soap that smells of something or someone in the past
porclain skin and a naughty grin
lips full and warm its like I kissed them yesterday
mind full of wisdom and knowledge that never makes sense
I do remember the first time I met you
sometimes you could finish my sentences because I couldn't
these are only the tangible things for the rest don't have words
it is just a feeling like neausia
don't why I have become soft on those beautiful eyes I feel but cannot see
I do not want to repair you but I'd want to make you into a fantasy
soft in the head living in the clouds with you
not sure where these feelings came from
shut up by excuses and shame
living in a dream world
fantasies take a break from reality
reality is dim and dark loveless
you had the chance to share the fantasy but you fucked up
not me time has shed live on manic times
normal people took the piss so I could people please
the real world brings pain, an empty obis filled with obessession
and sorrow to be infactuated and love from a distance in secret
this could be about anyone pure fiction or not
only the heart knows the truth and the aura displays the truth
anyway you choose to piss on our friendship
so no roses are red but daggers are red
knifes are shinny a poison to end the pain
like romeo and juliet
on a crisp dry cold winters evening in cambridge
the trees hear the words
the wind touches your cheeks
the voices in your head tell you my thoughts
relayed in a dull wisper of doom and hatred you brought on your self