I don’t wanna write another love song
Would she hear me if I called her name?
Would she hold me if she knew my shame?
I’m blanked in music, because it’s so cold out there
uploading pictures, just for me
tears that doesn’t fall and no, neither crash around me
it’s Valentine’s Day and
My insides all turn to ash, so slow
And blew away as I collapse, so cold
Saudade again, suddenly tangling me,
precisely in this glorious moment,
eclipsing this gorgeous full moon,
dispersing away, on those white waste lands, precious and irreplaceable brain cycles
But it was all just a beautiful, terrible, wonderful, horrible, beautiful lie
And it’s so easy to believe…
Fading when I need to shine,
deeply in silence, when I should be singing,
a no-love problem, un-love problem, love-not problem,
annoying definitions, and of course, misspelled answers.
