Blamed for something
That didn't even happen.
Yet all evidence proves it's the other way around.
I'm not guilty.
I just KNOW that's not me.
That's all I want to scream.
Instead,
I take a breathe,
And laugh it off.
It truly isn't
a matter of Life or Death.
I simply deny it,
Without an explaination,
Without an alibi,
Without a story.
Because
Shouldn't you believe me
Right from the start?
I know this world
And
I'ts sick twisted twirl.
But
Unlike the rest of them,
I'm
Aware for a girl.
So,
I'm not guilty,
Because
I KNOW that's not me.
And that's all I want to scream.
Waking up
As soon as the un rises,
Just to make this day last.
Writing wicked lyrics,
Performing for the music,
Not the politics,
And rocking it all out,
Without the pressure of the clock's hands.
Twirling beneath the starry
Summer sky,
And making the clock stop ticking,
just to freeze the shooting star
Crashing
Down.
I love you,
But
I'm not in love with you.
I'm not obessed or addicted,
So accept my attempt
To fulfill your desires,
Rather than my own.
There's a difference.
And most people can't seem to see it
After their entire lives,
Or sometimes,
Even after death.
So,
Here I am,
With one last request:
Don't be the one to give
Punk Love.
I remember
When you smelled like lilacs,
When you smiled modestly,
I remember the days,
When you still loved me.
I knew that lovely glee,
Only before you laid a hand on me.
Never did your silouhette
Ever, EVER represent
That painful resent.
It was back then,
That I could live
Without the burden,
Or the scars that'll never mend.
So,
I took your place,
At the very age of ten...
But now and again,
I remember
When you smelled like lilacs
And smiled,
So modestly.
I remember those days,
Clearly.
Love.
It's stupid and childish,
Wise and mature,
Fake and exploited,
Real and explored.
Love is stupid and childish.
Giving you black eyes and bruises,
Over the heartache that they say,
Never completely goes away.
Love is wise and mature.
Leaving someone behind,
Just to part with a decision,
That you cannot seem to find.
Love is fake and exploited.
Never once is there one that is fully pure,
Pretty much like a common sickness
And so all there is,
Is a nonexistent cure.
Love is real and explored,
But that's a mistake,
For it's best to leave at the highest point,
After that, there's too much at stake.
But
What do I k
Blamed for something
That didn't even happen.
Yet all evidence proves it's the other way around.
I'm not guilty.
I just KNOW that's not me.
That's all I want to scream.
Instead,
I take a breathe,
And laugh it off.
It truly isn't
a matter of Life or Death.
I simply deny it,
Without an explaination,
Without an alibi,
Without a story.
Because
Shouldn't you believe me
Right from the start?
I know this world
And
I'ts sick twisted twirl.
But
Unlike the rest of them,
I'm
Aware for a girl.
So,
I'm not guilty,
Because
I KNOW that's not me.
And that's all I want to scream.
Waking up
As soon as the un rises,
Just to make this day last.
Writing wicked lyrics,
Performing for the music,
Not the politics,
And rocking it all out,
Without the pressure of the clock's hands.
Twirling beneath the starry
Summer sky,
And making the clock stop ticking,
just to freeze the shooting star
Crashing
Down.
I love you,
But
I'm not in love with you.
I'm not obessed or addicted,
So accept my attempt
To fulfill your desires,
Rather than my own.
There's a difference.
And most people can't seem to see it
After their entire lives,
Or sometimes,
Even after death.
So,
Here I am,
With one last request:
Don't be the one to give
Punk Love.
I remember
When you smelled like lilacs,
When you smiled modestly,
I remember the days,
When you still loved me.
I knew that lovely glee,
Only before you laid a hand on me.
Never did your silouhette
Ever, EVER represent
That painful resent.
It was back then,
That I could live
Without the burden,
Or the scars that'll never mend.
So,
I took your place,
At the very age of ten...
But now and again,
I remember
When you smelled like lilacs
And smiled,
So modestly.
I remember those days,
Clearly.
for the unexpected. by mybeautifulparanoiax, literature
Literature
for the unexpected.
"I have a question."
"You ask those a lot."
"I know. But some day I won't have anything to say. I'll run out of my nonsense and never-rhyming words. Perhaps I'll begin to rhyme. Maybe that will be the end of me."
"Don't talk like that."
"Why not?"
"You sound crazy."
"What if I am?"
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