what did you think would happen?
playing my heart like a violin in winter.
now it's just you alone
and you're feeling the sting.
and i hope it lasts.
how could i take you back?
or believe another word you say.
you're getting what we both deserve.
my solitude
and your attitude.
and i hope they were all worth it.
what did you really think?
i was bound to find out.
maybe this will teach you
how to love another
without straying.
and i pray for a new life
and i hope it lasts.
the fighting, yelling
the loving and hate.
did you think she could make it better?
or her?
or her?
or her..
i hope it lasts.
not for me, but you.
i hope the guilt sticks to the roof of your mouth
and you can't speak without me.
you stay awake at night
thinking about it.
and i hope it eats at you
until you can't breath without aching.
i am a goddess.
aphrodite holding the golden apple.
i win. i am good.
loving in the summertime
with wine upon my lips.
i'm magnificent.
you're just sorry
and i hope it lasts.
It's hard to think Sometimes....
The inevitability of how things change. As much as we hope it lasts. Mountains crumble, icicles melt, flowers bloom, leaves turn brown. We all change, yet stay the same. We're still here. That desire embedded into us. To be loved and embraced without fear of backlash. I hope this comment isn't unwarranted. Your style is very heavy in an emotional sense of course. But, I will always be reading you.