Art Though hurt?
Courage man... the hurt can not be much..?
All that I am, all that I grew to. I was a goddess.
I wanted to share my immortality with you, but instead you took my vitality.
You snuffed it out like a candle. I've now been placed back.
Back into the mortal realm of wondering, nay dreaming, of when it will end.
This cage of distrust, of poignancy, of weariness, of displacement, of disgust.
I had finally found my peace right before you came along
I was finally happy to be on my own
I had finally reconciled with the fact that I would always be alone
I was happy with and by myself
You pursued me
I opened up
I gave you my mind.
I gave you my heart.
I gave you my love.
then you threw it to the wind saying it only sparked your love, heart, mind for another
As if I didn't matter to you - as if it all meant nothing
You took what you wanted from me - used me like some tool
to kick start your heart and improve upon your art
Now I will spend another 3 years getting back to that lonesome paradise
I bet you would say "I thought all for the best..."
One is easily fooled by that which one loves. -- Jean Baptiste Poquelin Moliere
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