An Act Of "prince Charming" You Know, That's What I Do He Notes, Slowly Letting The Devious Grin Hanging
“An act of "prince charming" you know, that's what I do” he notes, slowly letting the devious grin hanging below the corners of his mouth out, while a sinuous wink escapes his hazels on his way back to the stop.
she's left by the mere reverberation of his footsteps and the lilac swirling smoke of his cigarette.
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Sometimes it feels like the world is falling asleep
How do you wake someone up from inside a dream?
There's solace in solitude
maybe I only ever loved the idea of you
and maybe I chose to refrain from the fact that you're only how I wanted you to be
-Row-
we write down the things we wish to forget but deep inside want to always have it on our minds
it's like that coat with all buttons undone except one that's holding it together
memories come and go, just like people, but there's that one person that carved a new means of remembrance in your heart, and stole something you wish you knew but you don't
him, and him, and the sea
the sky, his lips, and trembling bones underneath
everything seemed inert while this love we never had the chance to effectuate just collapsed
but I still have it in there, the void you left.
one of the many memories I held together like buttons in that coat
I'm colorblind to the euphemism of this scene we're playing
fast-forward and it's us on that misty red rug tugged beneath the couch we built together
moving feet to feet and only the friction sounds of our toes are to remind us we're still breathing
safe and sound, smiling like it's the last day we'll ever see each other on earth
cause we once made a promise to collide in heaven
dances, dances, flashes
high-pitched, stifled screams
all the while you're there
drawing me closer than possible
lying behind the wall of my dreams that slowly faded into reality
-Row-
“The reason we all like to think so well of others is that we are all afraid for ourselves. The basis of optimism is sheer terror. We think that we are generous because we credit our neighbour with the possession of those virtues that are likely to be a benefit to us. We praise the banker that we may overdraw our account, and find good qualities in the highwayman in the hope that he may spare our pockets. I mean everything that I have said. I have the greatest contempt for optimism.”
The Picture of Dorian Gray, Oscar Wilde.
