Burn thy love, Smoke up the ashes……. Lie to yourself, that’s what you do best! Oh! :))
I found a new man again,
He said “Baby love me too”
Here we go again.
Run baby run, reality is catching up with you,
The fruits are turning sour and the leaves have started to fall,
One last kiss for the weary traveller.
Compartmentalizing love; Insisting on bringing order to chaos,
Convenience my darling, that’s the word,
“Hush baby hush, they think they know it all”, chuckles love.
Tossing your heart like a paper-ball game,
Letting your tongues make faulty decisions,
Hello there intimacy, long time no see?
It’s all a joke they say,
Love, it doesn’t exist they say,
Still the fools run, yearn and look for it, still they do.
Burn thy love; Smoke up the ashes,
Kiss the funeral pyre; Rejoice in your victory,
Lie to yourself, that’s what you do best.
The Thought Spout 