Close to Fantasies Heart
Sure you can get pretty close,
with a gun in your hand,
but not close enough,
to take her back.
Gundrops lined with diamonds,
and coppers on the floor.
I stole your medallion,
and now,
I'm back to settle the score.
A heart of darkest pastels,
a soul of purest gold.
I'm lost within a demon,
i'm unstoppable, but still,
at least, my hearts not capable of breaking,
Not capable of losing anything,but her.
Not capable of losing anything,but her.
And, she was yours,wasn't she?
A pixie on the mantlepiece,
an angel by the stove,
so many I've collected,
hard to believe, I know.
Try to forget that I'm an arrogant fool,
don't fall behind, I can't be shot,
not that I've tested that...
But hey, how hard can it be,
to steal away each fantasy,
and live a life as full as every tear ever cried?
But, she was yours,wait, she's not anymore.
Labels: Poetry
posted by Amarynthous @ 9:24 pm
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