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hauntedliability Β· 1 year ago
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Friends We Remain
Friends we remain, you said.
The type of friends that confide, the ones who enjoy their time
But where on earth do i draw the line?
Do i dismiss your compliments, and the way you speak
Even though your words make me incredibly weak
I'll never admit of course, because friends we remain
But why is it you i picture, when i think of dancing in the rain?
You say our energies are compatible, that your lust is strong
You tell me you're drawn to me, that i could be the one
I'm soft, unique, intoxicating
I make it so hard to concentrate
Maybe so much that it makes you hold a little hate
But, friends we remain
I'm spoken for, you say
But can i elaborate, talk, explain myself. If i may?
What if i told you i felt the same?
My thoughts run wild, and they can't be tamed
Could you handle that? Let it roam free?
If i showed up, would you open the door and invite me in for tea?
Would you look at me pitiful, and turn me away
"you shouldn't have come", this needs to decay
Would you take me to the garden, to look at your stars
Allowing them to see the creation, it's their fault not ours
Would you touch my soul, hold me close
Tell me pretty things, see where it flows
If you showed up at my wedding, would you make me faulter?
Make me reconsider, and run from the alter
Watching my exclamations bend, morph and twist
Seeing question marks replacing them, certainty turns to mist
When you're around, nothing remains clear
I know i hold things back out of fear
Hoping somehow i could find a way
That would keep you around, make you want to stay
But nothing lasts forever, right?
We can't live our lives on "maybes" and "mights"
I'll miss our talks, and i'll miss the flirt
But friends we remain...
Even if it hurts.
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hauntedliability Β· 1 year ago
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Dive Into Reality.
I couldn't let you stay, i know it wasn't practical
Although i won't deny that your aura was magical
The way you made me feel was dangerous to see,
I started to do things that really were not me.
i'd jeprodise my dignity, hoping we'd aligned,
But you knew, deep down, you'd never handle being confined.
I was yours, but you weren't mine,
Soon enough, it came the time.
To get off the train, and leave the station,
And i'm right where you left me, still in contemplation.
I broke my own heart, you were too polite to do it,
But sometimes, i like to fantasise that maybe we were a perfect fit.
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