Pleasing...

The lights go by, and still the sun is at dawn. When will you come home? Will you come home? Youâ??re like a dream. Nice and calming, exciting and scary, but when you leave, dry and disappointing. Delightful poison. The guitar strums fast and vibrant, itâ??s like a heart pacing after an exhilarating shred through the cemetery. I think I miss you, I mean to miss you. Is this the feeling? And if so, I donâ??t enjoy it. Itâ??s not pleasing. The collision of the clouds look painful and deserting, but I hear nothing. Itâ??s kind of like your eyes. Tricky and easy to want; to touch., to express. If I asked you to come back, would you refuse, bash on my plea, make me feel like Iâ??ve lostâ?¦.ButI\'ve have lost, the catchers mitt, hitting me in the stomach. I think I miss you, I mean to miss you. Is this the feeling? And if so, I donâ??t enjoy it. Itâ??s not pleasing. On and on the fire burns, no mater how much water you pour on it, it flames even more orange soot. Itâ??s like the heart. The world gives horrifying and glorifying gifts, no matter how badly you want to give them back, you can not. They stick with youâ?¦Go with youâ?¦everywhere you try and runâ?¦they are always going to be there. Feelings on a cake. Sugar coated with icing, itâ??s good until itâ??s gone, then, all it is, is waste. A shame that so many things go wastedâ?¦donâ??t u think. I think I miss you, I mean to miss you. Is this the feeling? And if so, I donâ??t enjoy it. Itâ??s not pleasing. I am starting to think, you donâ??t care, you donâ??t want, you donâ??t need. I think I miss you. Do you even remember me? Am I that unforgettable? I mean to miss you. It hurts, I have no choice, but to look down the black barrel. Is this the feeling? Do you enjoy this, me getting nothing in return? Answer me. And if so, I donâ??t enjoy it. My heart is a bruise, black and purple, the colours of violence and painâ?¦death. I am not ocolourseâ?¦I am in loveâ?¦.. Itâ??s not pleasing.