It hasn't been that long,
since two hearts declared their dedication
if asked, I'd say I've lived in hell
no less than an eternity in duration
but my heart's perception of time
has me tangled in illusion
This overpowering love for you
is a cursed secret seclusion.
Your memory taunts my
emotions leaving me bruised
I said he's gone,
we must stop loving him, my heart refused.
I've been thrown away like garbage,
a corpse to decompose
now a clump of crumbling pedals,
that was once a rose.
I am just a broken ornament,
lying dusty in a showcase
once on display for a man who
loved this girl's porcelain face
his favorite time of day,
is now a pointless tainted past
nothing stays fresh and new,
and nothings made to last.
I am his first car in which he changed
the seats to black leather
that was carelessly abused
for it was left out in bad weather
I am his first car that he didn't love
so delicate and tender
even though in his first collision
I was his first defender
I am his old favorite t-shirt,
he use to wear when going out
now filled with holes and sweat,
to the trash I am on route
the shirt, that was on his back 24/7
when he was mine
I was once his favorite color,
his favorite design.
I am his old paints,
crusty and dried lying in the dark
lost and misplaced,
with me he made his first artistic mark.
A transferred energy is what I gave to him,
a creative drive
with a little water and mixing,
those paints can be revived.
I am his first love tears
evaporating in the silent dark
A gaping wound inside my soul,
wish it was a simple mark
A girl who can't stop loving him,
a tragic sorrowful confession
lost and misplaced, with me
he made his first heart's impression.
My Heart's perception of time
has me living in yearning
Every moment he's not with me
I feel like my soul is burning
I keep reminding myself this
is not illusion it's completely real,
Inner screams so silent,
his heart is something I can't steal.
My Heart's perception of time
has me living in forgotten
once a forbidden heart,
is now filled with flies so rotten
Your memory taunts my emotions
leaving me bruised
I said he's gone, we must stop loving him,
my heart refused.
