Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Plastic Love
He was a smile on my face when all was wrong.
His hands held me plenty of times,
As though I were hope; he clung to me
And I remember hoping he was sincere.
His eyes were a welcomed gaze of warmth and
Pure understanding, he made me love him.
I didn't care, as long as those eyes saw me,
Then there was nothing else in the world
That I could possibly want or need.
Despair feels incredible when it melts away.
But he promised to open my eyes and
Instead flung me into such plastic love,
It melted upon my skin, impossible to
Flick away, better to just let it burn.
And it was disgusting, a fool pining away
For a fool, and a blind one at that.
I had words for him, but I was too late.
His goodbye was a sedative that set me back
A few years, knocked me into a coma
Of shame of which I am trying still to emerge from,
Only to find my muscles (heart) useless and dead.
November 26, 2007
Suge
His hands held me plenty of times,
As though I were hope; he clung to me
And I remember hoping he was sincere.
His eyes were a welcomed gaze of warmth and
Pure understanding, he made me love him.
I didn't care, as long as those eyes saw me,
Then there was nothing else in the world
That I could possibly want or need.
Despair feels incredible when it melts away.
But he promised to open my eyes and
Instead flung me into such plastic love,
It melted upon my skin, impossible to
Flick away, better to just let it burn.
And it was disgusting, a fool pining away
For a fool, and a blind one at that.
I had words for him, but I was too late.
His goodbye was a sedative that set me back
A few years, knocked me into a coma
Of shame of which I am trying still to emerge from,
Only to find my muscles (heart) useless and dead.
November 26, 2007
Suge
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