In it's simplest form,
Raw and gnawing
On my heart,
As eyes disect
Each scene you're in,
With other girls.
Messing with my brain,
As you walk away
To someone else,
That will win
Like I once did.
Beautiful DisguiseHer eyes are dark and clouded,
Swallowed by thoughts you'll never know,
Her perfect smile is shrouded,
By the whisper of pain below.
Her hair depicts a vibrancy,
The she wishes to someday feel,
But the colours - like her emotions,
Are far from being real.
Her mind is taunted and torn,
By agonizing voices and angry lies,
Still every day she finds the strength,
To put on a beautiful disguise.
Though her fašade has its holes,
Her personality always charms,
And on those days the darkness reigns,
I'll hold her tightly in my arms.
I Am A RobotI am a body with no mind,
My thoughts and soul were left behind,
Stolen by words wrapped in hate,
Ripped apart by a cruel fate,
This girl you see with hazel eyes,
Is just their robot in disguise.
I am a mouth with no voice,
My words fell silent without a choice,
Muted by the lack of care,
My screams weren't heard anywhere,
This girl you see with a broken smile,
Has been their puppet for awhile.
I am a glance that never sees,
My eyes are blinded to beauty,
Covered by years of endless pain,
I no longer notice things I can gain,
I am a mask,
An empty box,
It's safe to say Alycia is lost.
sweet simplicitiessweet simplicities, how i miss your sound,
the silence of mind when no one's around,
now i'm older and struggling to keep my feet on the ground.
sweet simplicities, how i miss your face,
no worries of how to win life's race,
now i'm older and struggling to find my place.
sweet simplicities, how i miss your touch,
the carefree thoughts that meant so much,
now i'm older and struggling to keep happiness clutched.
sweet simplicities, how i miss your taste,
no words on my tongue - no speaking in haste,
now i'm older and struggling to get my words straight.
sweet simplicities, why did age steal you away..?
love is evollove is evil in disguise,
but we all still crave love's lies,
that feeling of being the only one,
yet we get replaced once things come undone.
we're told it's patient and forever kind,
if that's true, true love is hard to find,
i'll admit sometimes it lasts for years,
but more often than not it's replaced by tears.
broken hearts caused by untrue words,
at the end of the day the concept's absurd,
like a china cup clasped in a child's hand,
there's a very slim chance love with withstand.
after hurtful words, and tears, and pain,
is there really anything that we can gain?
i'm not sure what true love's about,
but when it comes to "evol", count me out.
In My Hearti can't explain it in words 'cause they're much too weak,
and i'm finding you've robbed me of the need to speak,
i don't know what it is or where exactly we went right,
but now you're on my mind when i fall asleep at night.
your arms once forbidden are now surprisingly secure,
your lips once spitting fire now offer a sweet allure,
nobody ever expected things would end up this way,
and i still have trouble grasping it at the end of the day.
conversations are endless and i couldn't complain,
i'm finding these thoughts harder and harder to contain,
you light up my world and leave me begging for more,
and the comfort of your touch is one i much adore.
you may not be mine and i don't mind if you're not,
as long as you know in my heart your name holds a spot.
Once Upon A Timeyou could have had true love forever, but you didn't have the time,
instead you made it feel like loving you was nothing more than a crime,
you could have had perfection if you spared a few minutes to speak,
instead you decided to throw it away when you know we were unique.
every second we wasted fighting was recovered through hours of pleasure,
and the love we shared through everything was one no one could measure,
we could have made it through but you turned a cold shoulder to it all,
forget about the memories - i thought you said you'd never let me fall.
we could have kissed and made up like we have every time before,
but for some reason you decided that talking it out was a chore,
i know i've said some things i shouldn't - i know i've done much worse,
and there's so many mistakes that i wish i had the power to reverse.
once upon a time your eyes were open to the bigger picture at hand,
but you've closed your eyes to the truth and refuse understand,
love doesn't just happen - it tak
Cuando los angeles caenEn un apartamento apartado cerca del centro de Chicago una chica de dorados cabellos lleva más de media hora metida en el baño inclinada frente al posamanos, observando el espejo.
Su novio, preocupado, toca la puerta.
-¿Fionna, estás bien?
No recibe respuesta.
-Fionna, abre la puerta.- Un leve "clic" se oye del otro lado.
Entra al baño y encuentra a su chica, o lo que quedaba de ella, con los ojos hinchados y las piernas ensangrentadas.
-Bebé, no, no, no...
Es en ese momento el chico de cabello negro comienza a llorar. Con ganas. Abraza a su novia por detrás y le besa el cuello.
-Basta, Marshall. Basta. ¡NO ME TOQUES!.- intenta alejarlo Fionna, manchándolo a él también con sangre.
Sin embargo, lo único que logra es que la abrace con mas intensidad.
-Joder, no te voy a soltar. ¿Por qué lo hiciste?
No obtiene respuesta. Solo un llanto cada vez mas fuerte.
PORTRAIT OF A SOUL(CIDE)I´m not afraid anymore
Because i´ve been here before
Where you killed all what we had done and dreamed
where i was the miserable piece of shit...
I´m not afraid anymore
i´ve been here before
" I´ve never loved you....
as i never felt your pathetic love too"
Your (un)conditional (un)love, the absence of sincerity, the filth on my soul was my moment of clarity.
I´ve missed it all before and i´ll miss it all again,
where the lies that surrounded you still remain.
(but) I´m not afraid anymore
(because)i´ve see it before.
I just wish someday you´ll know
how does it feel to live
wasting your nights wishing to die,
buried yourself with a thousand lies,
carrying that weight for a million t
LostHeartbreak doesn't have to be screaming
in the darkness, in your bedroom.
It can be when the fresh smell of tea
(earl grey, hot)
in the morning
makes you unsure what to do
with your hands.
Romance KillerI once brought up isotopes
in a conversation about the color of the sky
Cherenkov radiation is not welcome in a casual conversation
they say I’m a romance killer
no one wants roses when all they get are phenyl ethyl alcohol and rose oxide
sorry if I’m not a storybook
but you didn’t even hear my best line
give me a chance, I’ll prove to you
that romance isn’t dead, I never struck a blow
let me tell you about my heart
how the atmospheric refraction of the sun’s distorted rays
somehow jumped to a brilliant halcyon gold when you grabbed my hand
and how I can perfectly triangulate corona borealis
because I have your eyes to steady mine
mechanical pencils are perfect for tracing formulas on paper
yet never quite as enjoyable as when
the coordinates and their derivatives
matched up to write your name
let me show you the wavelength of your hair
and run it through my hands until
the shifting concept of time tells us we should go
for we are the unive
Dear Someone, Sincerely No OneDear Someone,
You probably don't know who I am.
Just know I'm a grain of sand underneath your feet.
You know me, dear Someone.
I'm that person that wishes too much; that dreams too big.
I'm that person who says she hates this and that, when in reality, the thing I hate is myself for caring about you too much.
Perhaps you know me better as No One.
Now do you remember?
That student you gave up on?
That friend that would give you the moon and the stars if she could?
That shivering creature huddled in the dark that you ignored like the plague in December?
Yup... That's me.
I do not wish for your guilt; your shame.
I don't want you to say you're sorry or pray for forgiveness to whatever God you have.
I want you to realize that our heart beats are the same, even if I am filth compared to you.
I know you have better things to do than listen to an old stair or the crackling of a dead leaf.
I know I am nothing but an annoying crow to you.
I know... I know... I am noth
[Dove se vola]
Quanno te guardo er còre se ferma
Sembra che vive 'n'artra esistenza
Dove 'n se trova la terraferma
Dove se vola senza 'na scienza
Quanno te bacio er còre s'arresta
Come se fosse troppo contento
D'esse conteso in questa tempesta
Dove sei pioggia e io sono vento
Quanno te amo er còre se squaja
Trema, barcolla, perde la rotta
Dentro de te sbatte e se 'ncaja
E sur còre tuo poi s'accappotta