Only 24 hours to live Only 24 hours to die So tell me what will you give? To save your own life?
Nights continue to blur Days become a night My words beginning to slur No longer putting up a fight
Let my day just end Let these night be a thing of the past Because I will no longer pretend That this night is not last
I didn’t mean to kill him No not at all I never meant for it happen I never meant to fall
I’m sorry I could not love you I’m sorry I’m not the one We could have never been true I’m busy on the run
Which would have been worse Leaving or pretending to love God, this life I’ve been given is a curse That can only be changed from above
Never did I mean to cause you any harm Things never workout as we expected But, as soon as you said I love you l, it sent off an alarm So, you must have been rejected
A rose with thorns And devils with horns You left me torn With no remorse
Roses so beautiful But the love you gave was pitiful Turning something beautiful into something cynical This is far from fixable
I can’t seem the smell the roses anymore And it hurts me to my core With nothing more to care for
I won’t let anyone else buy me roses anymore
The Day Harriet Returned
I knew her for such a short amount of time, but it seems I missed her forever. How could I not? With a mind as deep as the ocean, heart made of gold and a soul that seemed to be crafted by the gods themselves. That Harriet, she was different, the type of different that drew you towards her, much like gravity. As the world has taught us, their must be bad to balance out the good. A darkness hid within her, a darkness that consumed whoever it came across. Though, no matter how dark it was, if you went into her darkness far enough, you will greeted with the most beautiful sunset. Or, so it seems.
It had been a few months since Harriet left. Each day seemed to get harder without her. It was so easy for her to leave, as if she was being pulled away. Harriet has this way of making people fall in love with the mystery she was. Sadly, all I am is another girl who fell for her. Truthfully, I can’t say I mind.
That Harriet, always taking the easy way out. It’s so much easier to stray and walk away from someone who could have possibly loved you, the way you needed and deserved. Loving is hard, giving someone your beating heart and every ounce of trust you have is a risk. Harriet wouldn’t dare to take that risk.
Harriet, who hurt you? Who completely took every single grain of trust you had within you? Who convinced yourself that at the end of the day, holding the knife hurts less? I love you, but I can no longer wait for you.
It’s been so long since I last talked to you and honestly, I don’t mind. I use to pray for your return but I no longer waste my prayers on such an idiotic idea. I am now sitting in the coffee shop where we had our first date, saying goodbye.
Than, you walked in.
