The lies of Love.

Tayama

Corner of the bar, by the basement door, 

 

2am, when she always came in,

 

Maybe a glance my way, she knows I'm there,

 

 She breaks off from her crew, lights a cigarette, leather jacket she always wears, 

 

Her hairs black tonight, she knows it my favorite,

 

Shamus smiles as she walks over, be careful buddy,

 

Her face in my chest, I breath her in scent,

 

Careful my friend? Not when you love like this,

 

Look at her, burned with desire,

 

Dance baby? She begins to become part of me...

 

Coldest January I've ever known,

 

Can it be like this forever John?

 

As I look up, the snow falls onto my face, her lips on my neck,

 

Is this love even real, as I feel the first tear fall onto my chest,

 

Hotel in times square, Monday morning, she sleeps so deep,

 

My shirt damp from when she cried from so much pain,

 

Why does your heart break, when your exactly where your suppose to be?

 

She cries out, I hold her tighter, I see the scars,

 

The curtain is open, so many stars,

 

Just not enough for us...

 

I pull over, the pain begins again,

 

I see my face in the window, when she asks...

 

Can it be like this forever...

 

Maybe somewhere warm, then we will be together?

 

One last cigarette as the sun comes up,

 

It hurts so much, you can't breath,

 

The lies that love so often can be,

 

For the briefest of moments, your free...

 

Her name was Stephanie.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Tayama (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 20th, 2019 15:01
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Comments1

  • JaydeVictoria

    I really enjoyed this write.

    • Tayama

      Thank you. No matter the time or place, love shows itself, we just have to be aware of what's happening, and grateful, no matter the outcome.



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