Fake Love


Fake Love
~Miss A

Disappointed in myself I gave you love,
Pastels in a flower, colors like none,
Comin’ up like, as if it all is a mystery, but oh love,
No love; we’re just, ruining our friendship.

It’s making me beg your pardon,
When the thunder says it ain’t my fault,
Scheming with the heaven’s scripts,
Just escaping karma made me kinda trippy.

Going from all happy to happiness with limits,
Asking myself ‘bout this case, what has happened to me
Where did the bottle of magic in my heart disappear
Cut the chase, baby come back to me, my personality.

Is that a pretty rose? Why am I scaling the cut thorns?
Would you mind it my lord, if I accept the bad fragrance?
It’s moving down my nerves, decaying everythin’ inside.
You would say “No”, won’t you? Don’t let me beg nonetheless.

So lord please I trust you with it, gift your enemy to me,
I have no strength anymore, I can’t put more efforts,
Just wanna breath the different kinds of air
Cold, hot and the once passin’ in between him and me.

I don’t wanna grope the chain, which holds me down,
Hangin’ on the edge of my shift, it’s pouring acid so neat,
It burns all kinds of remedies, there isn’t any sign of rejuvenation
It’s like depleting all the pours, left any in the ashes of life.

I guess this was your sign, to stop me before my skin turns into plastic,
Things that I am telling you, making subjects your decisions,
Are good enough for you to understand, and you work to it;
But how would I explain the same to me? My heart’s stupid.

I don’t know what to do with the lies, when I know the truth;
Used to mature enough when used to ignore all the shite,
Now I guess it’s all my mistake, to judge the same and over think.
Mistakes can be forgiven, but how would I cure a habit?

The temperatures rise melting all the sugar and the candies,
Ever tear un-shred adds up bristles to the cold risin’ deep
What I learned today is, that a thousand fathom deep,
Is the depth at which, the sunlight stops to reach.

I want to swim up, find the ground, feel warmth on my flesh,
It’s time I shall forget about you, it’s time I shall be back to you.
Build a dream on glass, and then break it. Please be the same, the same;
All impossible delights mended in one, come-on now, throw the stone.

Would you forgive me, when you hear what I’ve done?
I want to hear the appreciation, one that sounds all mine.
You won’t mind right, the shattering truth that I’m guarding with lies.
I want your permission, I desperately need it, a call to say it’s fine.

I think about collars, even when I can’t promise loyalty,
I am understanding fake memes. In what condition am I?
Guess I liked a mess like trash, but I’m sure you didn’t.
I’m still talking to you, you always knew my priority.

Share me a glimpse of you, and I promise I’d be steady;
I’m shaken, and the pillars of my frame are howling,
I’m under the spell of a dearth, disowned, earth it.
It’s December in my life, frosting, don’t shame it.

When I go with someone, why do I constantly think ‘bout you!
When I don’t even know you, why do I cry for you time to time?
Asking permission from you, asking for stability from you…
Then I smile with a sigh, you’re nobody. Who are you sweet lime?

And it reflects to me, the place I saved, is not for anybody else,
It echoes to me in an endless loop, saving me from all the crimes,
Which are written as subject to matter of public sector, but it aches,
So bad in the midst of my ribs. I am sure somewhere we’re connected.

Do you take it all as a joke? Was all the courtesy a fake love,
There is no way the sufferer can pin down the hinge of pain,
The only ones who pass through knows the passengers ride.
If you’d find me now, you’d see how I saw myself in that dream.

✿✿✿

 

 

 

 

 






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