maybe my scales are beautiful after all by RighttotheCore, literature
Literature
maybe my scales are beautiful after all
she was the girl with
dark hair, and light eyes
i was the girl with
fire hair, and lizard eyes
i saw myself as scales of flaking happiness
as she saw me as everything but
when i looked at her i felt lighter,
almost as if i had shedded off the dark parts
of myself
only to be left with this feeling of optimism
alone by a lamp post by RighttotheCore, literature
Literature
alone by a lamp post
the city is people packed onto streets
and jammed tight into yellow taxi cars
places to be, things to see
you can get lost in a place like that.
no one notices the desperation when you
cry on 6th street by a lamp post that no longer
lights up when the night falls heavy.
no one notices the bruises on your heart
that make it hard to move once more.
you can wither away into loneliness's' grip
and never escape the feeling that
you just don't matter to anyone.
you're the ashtray sitting on the fire escape,
full of leftovers but nothing whole.
more than likely, you'll look up and scream to
the heavens hoping that someone or something scream
i'm like the cold cup of hot coffee
and he is the warmest cup of joe
sip me once, sip me twice
sip him once and
you'll leave me on the counter
to just get even colder
silly me for thinking that
my towers wouldn't fall,
for thinking that
i could stand tall.
i'm not meant to be strong,
so move along -
find someone new
who will be better for you.
i am not worth the fight,
because nothing in my head will ever be right.
i am sick
dear boy,
it's been 367 days since you ran in front
of that grocery store truck and crushed
your skull.
i said goodbye to you two days ago.
it was supposed to make me feel better;
letting you go and all. but, in reality
it left a gaping hole inside my chest.
come back and fix it?
sincerely, your friend.
turn off the lights, baby. by RighttotheCore, literature
Literature
turn off the lights, baby.
soak me in poison and hang me out to dry,
pick me up and when you reach the moon, drop me so
i fall to the earth like a meteorite. call me
beautiful and i'll smile as you pull my rib cage
apart. rip my heart out and bury it somewhere in
the earth. i'll tell you i love you and you'll
laugh and watch me fall apart to pieces of sharp
window glass.
maybe my scales are beautiful after all by RighttotheCore, literature
Literature
maybe my scales are beautiful after all
she was the girl with
dark hair, and light eyes
i was the girl with
fire hair, and lizard eyes
i saw myself as scales of flaking happiness
as she saw me as everything but
when i looked at her i felt lighter,
almost as if i had shedded off the dark parts
of myself
only to be left with this feeling of optimism
alone by a lamp post by RighttotheCore, literature
Literature
alone by a lamp post
the city is people packed onto streets
and jammed tight into yellow taxi cars
places to be, things to see
you can get lost in a place like that.
no one notices the desperation when you
cry on 6th street by a lamp post that no longer
lights up when the night falls heavy.
no one notices the bruises on your heart
that make it hard to move once more.
you can wither away into loneliness's' grip
and never escape the feeling that
you just don't matter to anyone.
you're the ashtray sitting on the fire escape,
full of leftovers but nothing whole.
more than likely, you'll look up and scream to
the heavens hoping that someone or something scream
i'm like the cold cup of hot coffee
and he is the warmest cup of joe
sip me once, sip me twice
sip him once and
you'll leave me on the counter
to just get even colder
silly me for thinking that
my towers wouldn't fall,
for thinking that
i could stand tall.
i'm not meant to be strong,
so move along -
find someone new
who will be better for you.
i am not worth the fight,
because nothing in my head will ever be right.
i am sick
dear boy,
it's been 367 days since you ran in front
of that grocery store truck and crushed
your skull.
i said goodbye to you two days ago.
it was supposed to make me feel better;
letting you go and all. but, in reality
it left a gaping hole inside my chest.
come back and fix it?
sincerely, your friend.
turn off the lights, baby. by RighttotheCore, literature
Literature
turn off the lights, baby.
soak me in poison and hang me out to dry,
pick me up and when you reach the moon, drop me so
i fall to the earth like a meteorite. call me
beautiful and i'll smile as you pull my rib cage
apart. rip my heart out and bury it somewhere in
the earth. i'll tell you i love you and you'll
laugh and watch me fall apart to pieces of sharp
window glass.
turn off the lights, baby. by RighttotheCore, literature
Literature
turn off the lights, baby.
soak me in poison and hang me out to dry,
pick me up and when you reach the moon, drop me so
i fall to the earth like a meteorite. call me
beautiful and i'll smile as you pull my rib cage
apart. rip my heart out and bury it somewhere in
the earth. i'll tell you i love you and you'll
laugh and watch me fall apart to pieces of sharp
window glass.