A blessing in disguise is dangerous if it's exposed;
What runs in the veins of a ghost?
I bit the bullet like I do my upper lip;
The urge to love you wouldn't quit.
I thought I needed to purge you, to get you out of my system;
Little did I know, you are my rhyme and reason.
Do you have a deathwish?
We can't fall in love like this.
The messenger's been shot right down the street;
He's bleeding out; I think he might be dying.
Awestruck expressions paint my eyes;
I can't wrap my head around the hows and the whys.
How did such beauty decay?
Why, oh why, did love fade?
Speak of the devil and he shall appear;
Chaos has never been more crystal clear.
You add insult to injury each time you speak;
Just leave me be, just leave me be.
A picture, so they say, paints a thousand words;
But tell me, how much is a lifetime worth?
Do you have a deathwish?
We can't fall in love like this.
The messenger's been shot right down the street;
He's bleeding out; I think he might be dying.
Awestruck expressions paint my eyes;
I can't wrap my head around the hows and the whys.
How did such beauty decay?
Why, oh why, did love fade?
I broke the ice and now I'm drowning;
Smiling but beneath the mask I'm frowning.
If ignorance is bliss;
Then what is this?
You killed me before and I know you will again;
Fool me once, and all that.
Look before you leap;
Sow what you reap;
Fall in love with me, fall in love with me.
This love is not for the faint hearted;
Envy swoons in the dearly departed.
A sense of urgency found in us;
Fear escapes in such extreme exodus.
A strife so unlike the darkest night has us in its sights;
In the face of death, fight or flight.
You are the source of my greatest concerns;
You are the scorched earth as daylight burns.
Do I have a deathwish?
I can't fall in love like this.
The messenger's been shot right down the street;
He's bleeding out; I think he might be dying.
Awestruck expressions paint my eyes;
I can't wrap my head around the hows and the whys.
How did such beauty end up returning?
Why, oh why, did love have a homecoming?
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Psychology
Poetry"The rest is silence decorated in confetti". 💀🦋 'Psychology', my fourteenth poetry collection, explores and examines the lives of two fictitious and purposefully stereotypical characters: Jack, the popular sports-star who is his hometown's hero an...
