All Aces

 All Aces
~Miss A

I asked you from darkest dreams of hell,
Please don’t be a lesson.
I worship the trust between us like no other,
I will devour, don’t take me for granted.
Teach me all your lessons, the red that you marked
I will perfect it all, word by word, no mistakes ever again.
You’ve given me so much time when I'm waiting,
I will take it to establish us both surely.

They try to make you remember the meaning of life,
That there is no certainty to it, yet they live running.
I am awfully aware of this uncertainty, I want to live now,
So, you make plans for the future, draining my traits.
It is fear that engulfs me?
Is it my take? Shall I take the shot?
Would you let me be so drunk on it,
That I’ll forget the fears of being left alone.

Is all that I do, all so but less for you?
Tell me; I will put in all I could think.
Is all that I do, is overbearing in your head?
Tell me and I’ll let my space shrink.
And with every worst outcome I can imagine,
I come smiling to you, high on emotions
The hormones that you trigger,
I feel it slowly going up and dissolve in my blood.

And I am blind, I can see nothing,
The feet on the ground are too numb to feel.
It’s not you that has broken my trust in the world,
It is each of the promises ever made and broken.
Broken to the extent, they’d slap you senses to be unreal,
But as if I learned to hear ‘em.
Those cries they peace in, is as loud as red in light you vibe,
Where the red was absolutely the signal for stopping.

Still when you come to me with the stance,
With that right of holding me close to you forever,
That simplicity in the bite of thorn is enough for me to tear,
I tried to hold the root, so strong; but now I’m a petal.
For I wanted to be a beautiful flower shining in beauty,
The blossom I chose to be, seems to fall down any moment.
For even the smallest probability in real to get you,
I would bow my head and pray when I would’ve never.

I cheated on the deck and all my cards are on the table,
I have nothing, and you have all Aces.
I’ll accept my defeat in glory, let me be in your debt,
I’ll send you expensive gifts and due you on interest.
For where is the bitch, who said it’s unreal, I promise it’s true,
And then I be that bitch to my baby girl, let them stay away.
Not because it’s false, but because the truth is even harder to care,
You have all those cents saved, but why my penny to spare?

Dispose chocolate, I’ll explain something as rich in flavor and pain,
It’s a sweet-sweet melody when it goes up, brown and dark.
It fills you with happiness of all kinds, a high you are for no reason,
Delineate this delicacy, in ecstasy; an unending crave.
And once the bar is all eaten, you’ll beg for more, always.
They name there all with you, and disappear; you die, always.
Do you wanna hear all monsters, they're here locked in a cave,
And despite of my warning you wanna enter, you'll see all the faces.

They talk about the eyes of pretty deer, and apply them to people,
I have not seen one, but I know yours belong to a dragon,
There is something fishy in it, but it is immensely proud and profound,
I hope in your eyes I am not a prey but your lover enormously sharp.
For even if I’m small as a cat, I am ready to spread my boundaries,
I would develop into a beast, and fight all; just to be with you.
Bind me in a buckle, let me stay to you wanna show your demons,
For I don't want to hide so let me face you, with all truth and ache.

(❁´◡`❁)



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