Gliding through the hot air,
Pleading with you not to take the dare,
To try and catch them on my tongue,
You desire the song to remain unsung.

Yes you almost got away with the perfect lie,
You even almost fooled yourself to let you fly,
Let yourself believe that we could soar,
Give yourself a million fantasies to explore,
But yet you keep your feet on solid ground,
Not even muttering one single sound,
You unstitch your smile and put it back on your shelf,
Stare into the mirror and are dissatisfied with yourself,
I look up at you from the withered landscape,
See my master and clutch your face so you don’t escape,
My fingernails scrape at the mud and the dirt,
And my lip stick marks stain your shirt,
My lips hover over your skin and a scream tries to escape,
And turns into white noise like a broken cassette tape,
Your head falls back,
And the weight is too much and I hear a crack,
So instead you just make my heart flutter,
My eyes close and my voice stutter,
This is when you are truly the hero you claim to be,
In the comfort of false belief and broken decree,
But I guess everyone has to shed some blood,
Even the stars in the sky and the flower buds,
Please, please let them bloom,
Instead of condemning them too to a masquerade costume,
The mask you wear gives an illusion,
And helps you to keep complete seclusion,
But the more you shield the more you weaken,
The longer you go, the brighter the beacon,
And when you relent and strip yourself down,
You feel like you have lost your crown,
Fall to the floor, you fall high and fast,
Whispering quickly that this love has been surpassed,
The words scratch past my ears,
And your crown and your cape slowly disappears,
You tried to tread carefully when you cracked me,
I tried to say it wasn’t love anyway, I tried to agree,
Blow off the dust and pack it away,
And use it as confetti on your wedding day

So leave me be with the scratches and the sores,
Pack away the passion and padlock all the doors,
Yet the feel, smell, kiss of you dawdles on my skin,
Waiting to be reunited with their original sin.

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