This is an exercise of mine
To eradicate that look in your eyes
Our lips pressed and emeshed
Breating as one, held together
By a longing...symbiotic
Knowing what I now know
All I want to do is spit
Erase the the fake look
The cheap words
That frayed at my senses
My mind twisted wide open
Caught in a web
Of my own creation
With you simple doesn't exist
I'm pissed with your ways
No happy ending
But short story perfect
And in the end I decided
Your brand of love was easier
To take laying down