Come Hither.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Everybody's starry eyed.
I walked down a busy street,
staring solely at my feet,
clutching pictures of past lovers at my side.
Stood at the table where you sat,
in respect of your presence,
present you with the pictures and says,
"These are just ghosts
that broke my heart before I met you."
Opened up my little heart,
unlocked the lock that kept it dark,
and read a written warning, saying,
"I'm still mourning over ghosts
that broke my heart before I met you,"
Lover, please do not fall to your knees.
It's not like I believe in everlasting love.
I went crazy at nineteen,
knew I'd lost all my self-esteem,
and couldn't understand why I was crying.
I would stare at empty chairs,
think of the ghosts that once sat there,
the ghosts that broke my heart.
"The ghosts that broke my heart before I met you,"
I'm so lost,
I'm not at all well.
Do as done there is nothing left to be.
Turned out I'd been following him,
and he'd been following me.
Do as though after it was over,
we were just two lovers,
crying on each others shoulders.
The world is a cancophony of breaking hearts.
staring solely at my feet,
clutching pictures of past lovers at my side.
Stood at the table where you sat,
in respect of your presence,
present you with the pictures and says,
"These are just ghosts
that broke my heart before I met you."
Opened up my little heart,
unlocked the lock that kept it dark,
and read a written warning, saying,
"I'm still mourning over ghosts
that broke my heart before I met you,"
Lover, please do not fall to your knees.
It's not like I believe in everlasting love.
I went crazy at nineteen,
knew I'd lost all my self-esteem,
and couldn't understand why I was crying.
I would stare at empty chairs,
think of the ghosts that once sat there,
the ghosts that broke my heart.
"The ghosts that broke my heart before I met you,"
I'm so lost,
I'm not at all well.
Do as done there is nothing left to be.
Turned out I'd been following him,
and he'd been following me.
Do as though after it was over,
we were just two lovers,
crying on each others shoulders.
The world is a cancophony of breaking hearts.
posted by Lynette # 9:49:00 AM 
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