falling out of love
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my body is a temple.
he comes to worship nightly.
slams these doors wide open
knowing they were only ever expecting him.
my body is a temple.
he bounds inside,
starving for my holy water.
You were my present tense
And supposedly my future tense
Everything seemed fine
Until errors were made
Now all you ever are
Is my past tense
You are my coffee.
A harmless drug
of which I cannot get enough.
You are my coffee.
The first thing
I think of in the morning.
My muse claims she valiantly loves me,
She peers beyond my emerald eyes and speaks,
Those breath-taking, ever sweet words of three,
And my vexation's blood rapidly leaks,
She bestows upon me Time's changing waves,
The shingles of my mind fall swiftly off their structure
as they would from an abandoned house.
There isn’t a single thing that could escape from your lips,
or mine, that could rebuild what’s falling apart.
All i ever wanted was to make you happy
but i guess i couldnt because you were too busy
busy looking at other things rather than my eyes
eyes you didnt know every night cries