You want to remain a princess, shielded from reality by servants whose only mission is happiness and ease in all matters. Yet it is as fake as your pics your profiles your constant lies your denial. And your tower will fall, for there is no bedrock left, since you ostracized me.
You ask for my help Then refuse it when given. You sought my love Then push me away. You don’t know what you want But I know I want you.
I tear my bed apart every night in loneliness looking for you.
Once upon a time You had the most beautiful Smile in the kingdom. Your eyes would brighten And your countenance glow. My heart would leap And race, warmth Radiating from you to me. Now, you smirk, your eyes dead and dark from all the lies.
The effects of your addiction become apparent for all to see. The ones who foresaw it coming, sacrificed to prevent it coming to be are utterly destroyed as you flee.
To not use the gift is a sin. But when given the greatest gift, unconditional love? Rejecting that from the one who saw your darkness within and still gave you all, so that you could chase momentary pleasures and cheap thrills, is the blackest one of all.
As I run through the night My heart pounding yet broken I long for the time in the light Before the lies were spoken.
Most men lead lives of quiet desperation. I seek to be a quiet inspiration.
A flame that has faded, that has died to embers is easier to rekindle than starting a fire anew. Stoke the coals, feed it and it will burst alight hotter and brighter than ever before.
Hope is the dangerous thing for it allows dreams to take wing, dreams that soar into the sky only to be clipped, and die brutally as they crash below. Hope makes us fly, then brings us low.