Pixelated snippets of a being are
all she really needs.
Holds her breath to keep from
tearing at the seams.
Is it really what it seems?
Is she really reigning queen?
‘Cause her heart is fracturing.
Ring’s a size eight
You’re wrapped around her finger–
Ain’t that right?
She’s the pulse of
everything you do.
Got you beaten:
Black on black and blue
Life’s a maze then
life starts changin’.
Life gets strange when
your mind’s in outer space;
actin’ out of place and pacin’
switchin’ up your pace and tracin’
foreign looks upon your face
But you love the chase though, don’t you?
But you crave its taste though, don’t you?
Take a foot off of the brakes now–
Oh, yes… You know you want to.
Might risk it all for these high stakes now.
Will or won’t you?
Dear Mr. High Roller,
It’s time to fold, her
hourglass is vacant
Her garden’s oh-so-fragrant
from growing tired, impatient.
all the right things
just the wrong way
So, when the time
You’ll have the words to say
Come and sate her
Plate her with something
‘Cause a lick of anything’s
better than feasting on nothing
For she knows it’s been hard
She knows it’s been rough
Knows you’ve never been sure of this
“falling in love” stuff
perfection‘s what you’re capturing,
when perfection‘s worth manufacturing.
But ’til then, she’s fracturing
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