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
So hot it give you chills
Amber and sweet like honey
It burns your throat
It's potent like cloves and rose
Everything is golden
Sap roles down your face
Roles down to you lap
Sweat pores into the glistening pool
You'll start to drool
Your heart pounds blood through your sweating hands
Can't gab into it
The fire is dim
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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