Two very different people;
emerging from two very different backgrounds,
living two very different lifestyles.
Yet when we lie together at night,
that most anticipated moment of my time with you,
your arms wrapped around my tiny arms,
enclosing my tiny body,
warming what is normally like ice...
It is at this moment that I know,
even with all our differences
and our many failed attempts,
where I truly belong.
Used,
abused,
humbled,
"don't speak unless spoken to"
always loving, always caring,
but never loved,
never cared for,
unhappiness hidden by
lipstick and high heels.
That's what it was like
a few decades ago.
Now,
strong,
courageous,
equal and independent,
taking control,
doing what makes one happy,
freedom of speech,
but
Are we happy?
Deep inside the tombs we named our "hearts"
lies many lies of lovers torn apart.
When secrets are revealed
and trust forever lost,
somehow faith always regained,
and liars can never afford the cost.
What will it take to feel again?
When faith's lost deep within the soul,
where loneliness belongs,
& the most forgotten feeling is that of being whole.
One day hope will come,
hopefully along with love,
and hopefully before the end arrives,
to send our souls above.
Deep inside the tombs we named our "hearts"
lies many lies of lovers torn apart.
When secrets are revealed
and trust forever lost,
somehow faith always regained,
and liars can never afford the cost.
What will it take to feel again?
When faith's lost deep within the soul,
where loneliness belongs,
& the most forgotten feeling is that of being whole.
One day hope will come,
hopefully along with love,
and hopefully before the end arrives,
to send our souls above.
Used,
abused,
humbled,
"don't speak unless spoken to"
always loving, always caring,
but never loved,
never cared for,
unhappiness hidden by
lipstick and high heels.
That's what it was like
a few decades ago.
Now,
strong,
courageous,
equal and independent,
taking control,
doing what makes one happy,
freedom of speech,
but
Are we happy?
anthem for the damned and lost by ChloroformBoy, literature
Literature
anthem for the damned and lost
i'll settle for the outliers
in their imperfect homes
and assume them Gods
and Kings and paragons
of what-i-wish-i-was.
i'll ignore the fire
surrounding the
castle and focus
on the gold.
i'll realise Time is jealous
of Infinity for never
worrying about ending,
yet Infinity is jealous
of Time for never
handling the thought
of eternal Eternity.
mirror, mirror, on the wall.
who's the most fucked-up
of all?
we all are we all are we all are we all are
we all are each other's untold secrets;
we all are each other's forgotten past;
we all are each other's invisible eraser;
we all are each other's inabilities to be
loved, to l