The clemencies of my heart are derailed;
Only a broken heart can survive a lonely soul
And in these lies you will see
That there is nothing there,
The naked queen reveals her travesties
And the world is amazed, because she is honest;
What will the world think if she bows down?
For darkness seems to be the pleasantry here
No one cares about the building that is stable
I want more for my heart, but there is vengeance
Because people have no souls whatsoever
All they breathe is dust and despair
Imagine the world if it were perfect
It would be so much easier to give one's heart
Without vengeance;
And all the world is selfish to a point
Because love is never rare, it is often abused
For the heart is a fantasy that no one cherishes
Therefore I feel defeated all over again
With less and less roses I cannot feel
The triumph of a broken heart,
For the broken heart burns down houses
Yet a person with vengeance can destroy the world;
Let my bosom be your pride
Hold on to me like human lush,
Oh Cupid burn me with your pride
For breakfast is waiting on the pier
And vengeance is here, oh vengeance is here
As dusty as a newborn bird
And harrowing as the day.
- Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 29th, 2024 23:57
- Category: Unclassified
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