As bright as a sunset,
and as sweet as the chocolate
that we used to make.
Years later—
wait— do you remember?
Creamy and sweet, you liked.
I was a fan of dark chocolate.
First, we thought it was screwed,
but when it was finally cooked,
it was you and me... me and you.
This pretty bittersweet of ours—
we made it through we, by ourselves.
No one helped with the baking stuff.
But now, baby, my sweetest,
the one who I will always need her...
the treat we made is cold as lies,
the ones I swear I'd never try.
Would you help me? Or help us?
I’m sure I deserve one last time
to hold you here in my oven,
melt you till we’re all over.
But if you leave and I got lost,
don’t come back. That’s for us.
I can’t bear you stare at me,
nor kitchen, nor our fleas.
And tell me with such an ease
what is the smell of here?
what’s the smell? Our mistakes.
Guessed you’d melt, but sugar burns.
standing between two graves I own now
who thought I can own this much so how?
I'm taking a deep breath
it's home now anyways
I hear your steps
but it just feels so faraway
wind is on my face
no colitas I smell
it's just a cold dead wind
tease me for what I felt
or used to...before I own these two graves
oh... these two graves
I may sit next to them now
too tired of standing
too tired of walking over circles they call *path* and
too tired of you...if you're still reading this thing
you looking for a poem to just keep you entertained there
I'm waiting for a call, which never gonna happen
I'm waiting for these microphones to leave my every day being
opening my eyes again...
was it real or I'm playing?
you ask why I question it?
she made me this, she made this.
she, with all her advisement
she sees herself as the wisest
even when she's saying these things
she won't valid other's crisis
she gets droplets out of my eyes
and will lower, their prices
but I'm done now... let it be there
I got her genes anyway
I'm tired, I hate it, I'm waiting, oh stop this.
I'm wasting-
my time and -
don't think I will make it
some crow's sound a-wakes me
I think of how I hate trees.
and wait- it's you now?
well why the hell you left me?
you're too late.
I have two graves.
don't panic!
I won't put us resting there.
oh no way!
I'll live this life...won't leaving.
these two graves ?for two wolfs,
I call them _mind and soul_
MORE OF A LYRIC?
i know that im not beautiful
or s.th near to dutiful
but theres some shit u need to know
i loved u, when u let me go
i made me look like im a fool
but u knew how did i care for u
i made it look it was my fault
i loved u, that was all i done
oh look how much i said of love
and how much i said about myself
i now know why there are so songs
about the victims.but not the ones
who left her friend in mid of hell
who broke her heart for no reason
but im the one who gonna say
i left her, i was toxic then
ye maybe that was all i had
the greatest the fun i could ever have
so what now ? u like judging there
i loved her when she left me there
i act like i was not concerned
but she knew howdid i care for her
i made it look it was ok
but really it was such a shame
or, in another way
U DISAPPOINTED ME
dum dum dum
daram da dum dum dum
dum dum dum
daram da dum dum dum
dum du dum dum
_Now here it is getting less sweet and it is getting a strong rhythm_
so now tell me
on the broken bridge
would u give me hope to build it again?
oh if u say
there wont ever be a new
i swear on my life and urs
ill learn how to swim
ill learn how to swim
ill learn how to swim in ur beautiful tears
ill learn how to swim
ill learn how to swim
ill learn how to swim in the scars of our faults
ill learn how to swim
ill learn how to swim
ill learn how to swimif u let me to dear _اوج_