𝓢𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓼

𝓜𝔂 𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭

𝓗𝓸𝔀 𝓲𝓭𝓲𝓸𝓽𝓲𝓬, of it all, all my friends and all my guests

A mess, we became, a tangled quarell

Of love, of mess and tragedy and despair

My gold. Have you thought of me?

I never hold grudges, for I only have two

And you've made the list

I never like holding grudges

But you, nicked my heart

You, broke me apart

You, reminded me

Of who I wasn't going to be

You, became, the annecdote at night

To the poison you fed in broad daylight.

So you, my gold.

Do you really hold a grudge against me?

Do you really?

Do you even think of me? For I dream of you

My nightmares, you've become

Haunting me every second of waking hour

And even when I'm asleep

And I'm sorry, I hurt you

Trying to escape the cell of your arms

You locked me in, constantly

We were poetry...

We thought we were meant to be,

And in the last page,

Like Romeo and Juliette

We died.

Just because, we never learned,

To Love. 

To Lie.

We never learned.

To Fly.

Did we?

Or was it only I?