I've locked myself inside my room
no time to waste, I'm leaving soon
packed my things, prepared to fight
smashed her wings and put out our light
faked a tear and wiped my eye
no look back, no wave goodbye
An ocean of blood and gallons of tears
the slinging of mud which preys on our fears
In this age of grotesque, arguments won with violence
Not a whisper of protest, among this deafening silence.
I see her, she smiles, my stomach exhales
she traveled for miles, but to no avail
I see her, I cry, she kneels at my grave
My last tear a lie that still she forgave
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believe it or not, I got tears in my eyes, and they are no lie.
and that title...
That reaction is why I write.
Most just see words that rhyme and think it's a cleverly written poem, which is fine...but it's when someone can read what I've written and feel the emotion behind it that makes it all worth it.
The title is something my parents used to always say when we saw a swan swimming alone. It was always a difficult thing to think about, but it's become even more painful to think about now that I've matured a bit and experienced heartbreak. It's beautiful yet very sad at the same time.
it's like wanting to believe in a fairy tale nowadays, you want to so much...
But maybe we fall from high cuz we have such big expectations, instead of letting the dream come true...little by little.
I still believe in it!
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