Cycle
They’re cascading down; breaking free from void eyes.
They won’t stop flowing out. She can’t help herself.
They’re tearing away cause of you; your ending.
You waltz around in her imagination, flowing soothingly like water.
Water: right now it’s stinging her eyes. Her vision is blurred.
The memories won’t disperse; she holds them tightly in a never-ending embrace.
Your remembrance will never die, for she helplessly can’t let you go.
She desperately wishes she could prove this hopeless love, but she cannot show.
She’ll tell you now that no words forced together in a sentence; in a paragraph, could ever describe how she could ever feel.
It’ll take weeks, months, and years to get over. For now she doubts she’ll ever heal.
Her heart is perished underneath the cloud of lost memories between you and her.
There is no way going back now. It’s her time to move on forward. Always look far beyond the future, and never look back at the past.
For the past; it’s like a black hole swirled with sorrow, wretchedness, and misfortune.
Once swallowed in, you can’t help but be sucked in even deeper.
The suicidal thoughts that never died are passed down to this poor girl.
She doesn’t know whether she’ll ever see the sun come out of hiding behind the threatening, fleecy clouds.
Her cries are timely matched with the rhythm of thunder outside in a squall; playing it’s nerve-wrecking song.
She’s trapped in these terrifying memories; it’s chilling her down to the bone.
She’s sick, twisted, and battered now; nasty bruises coating her soft skin and lines of deep scarlet invading her wrists and plump legs.
She doesn’t know that she’s slipping away silently and peacefully.
Sleep drifts in and she’s now gone.
It’s yet again passed down and the whole cycle starts to begin.
They won’t stop flowing out. She can’t help herself.
They’re tearing away cause of you; your ending.
You waltz around in her imagination, flowing soothingly like water.
Water: right now it’s stinging her eyes. Her vision is blurred.
The memories won’t disperse; she holds them tightly in a never-ending embrace.
Your remembrance will never die, for she helplessly can’t let you go.
She desperately wishes she could prove this hopeless love, but she cannot show.
She’ll tell you now that no words forced together in a sentence; in a paragraph, could ever describe how she could ever feel.
It’ll take weeks, months, and years to get over. For now she doubts she’ll ever heal.
Her heart is perished underneath the cloud of lost memories between you and her.
There is no way going back now. It’s her time to move on forward. Always look far beyond the future, and never look back at the past.
For the past; it’s like a black hole swirled with sorrow, wretchedness, and misfortune.
Once swallowed in, you can’t help but be sucked in even deeper.
The suicidal thoughts that never died are passed down to this poor girl.
She doesn’t know whether she’ll ever see the sun come out of hiding behind the threatening, fleecy clouds.
Her cries are timely matched with the rhythm of thunder outside in a squall; playing it’s nerve-wrecking song.
She’s trapped in these terrifying memories; it’s chilling her down to the bone.
She’s sick, twisted, and battered now; nasty bruises coating her soft skin and lines of deep scarlet invading her wrists and plump legs.
She doesn’t know that she’s slipping away silently and peacefully.
Sleep drifts in and she’s now gone.
It’s yet again passed down and the whole cycle starts to begin.