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1. Heavy Heart 2. Cliché Fruit Pit 3. Sweet 4. Chalk Lies 1. Heavy Heart If all the love I had for you could be converted to gold I should be the richest man to live But the cliché truth remains That in my youth I shall never be able to love you If I could collect the stars And give them on a sting to you Would it be enough to make up For all of the galaxies and star dust filing your eyes Would you be surprised? If I could empty the sea And give you every ounce Would it be enough my dearest And would it make up for all I am not And all that I am? If I could collect all the light And shine it on you Then supposed it be enough To compensate for my morbid fate? Would that be enough for you my beloved Would that make up for all the tears I have made you weep From when I scream in my sleep From when my eyes are sunken so deep Would that make up for it all? 2. Cliché Fruit Pit Cheesy and classic, I understand why eating the fruit of Eden curses man Ignorance is bliss and the truth cuts deep Tasting something so sweet is the most painful thing I have ever endured Cavities I cry I have cavities from this peach I sunk my teeth deep into the fruit and bit right down to the pit My my how does my jaw ache Grinding though cyanide and core of a stone fruit I'm drowning in sweet nectar and I can't breathe but I still don't have enough I need more now the sweet taste has touched my lips Rose and jasmine will forever permeate my senses It burns my throat All three still sting but it was drawn from my lips Drowning in sweet sweet honey I gurgle out a cry They bubble up to the surface and pop on the feathers of angel wings as a terrible chorus of my voice lift into the clear night air Overused and powerless in the wrong context I save it for the very last as every breath I draw is wasted on these words I try to bite more off the fruit but I cannot tear any more flesh from the pit My yearning is more true than any fantastical nights I have found the dangers of starting the gods in the face 3. Sweet So hot it give you chills Amber and sweet like honey It burns your throat It's potent like cloves and rose It stings Everything is golden Sap roles down your face Roles down to you lap Sweat pores into the glistening pool Like melting You'll start to drool Your heart pounds blood through your sweating hands Can't gab into it The fire is dim Can't see Soft like a pillow yet jagged are the bones jutting from you Blood sweet like wine You are the divine Your horns crack glass as you soon pass You're truly here for a good time Sex and sweet blood The pools he sips from dark like his eyes Black like the night His smile says hello but his eyes make you want to go The flame is bright And phantoms haunt you tonight 4. Chalk Lies I said to him "I want to grip you tighter desperately but I'm afraid you are made of chalk."
He said to me, "I promise I'm not made of chalk as long as you promise to not grip any tighter." And then he asked me to grip tighter, he told me it was fine despite my promise. But when my hands curled around him and gasped on, he crumbled to chalk dust. "You promised me you weren't made from chalk!" I shrieked. "You promised to not grip tighter!" His powdered remains shouted back to me. "But! You told me to grip tighter!" I cried back to him. "I never said anything like that! Look what YOU did to me!" Finger pointing, playing the victim, it's all my fault because I did what you said... But that's just how you are.
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