can't take my eyes off you
picture perfect
just a portrait
a shadow of someone I used to know
loving you is like I'm digging my own grave
rest easy, rest easy
so tragic
sometimes life feels like a game
painting you into my daydreams
sweet like candy
too many cavities
but I still fall
I try to find you
in everything I see
a strand of hair that's out of place
bright blue eyes hidden in a thousand faces
and in the end I realize
I've wasted all my time
loving you is like I'm digging my own grave
rest easy, rest easy
so tragic
sometimes life feels like a game
tear me apart
then sew me back together
I'm not sure who I really am
but maybe this time I'll get better
loving you is like I'm digging my own grave
rest easy, rest easy
so tragic
sometimes life feels like a game
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The Road to Paradise
PoetryThis book has a bunch of poems that have bits and pieces of my life in them. I write whatever comes to mind, and it usually makes sense. But everything has a hidden meaning. Of course, some of it is random, but it all comes together (plus I like to...
