Sweet Tears on my lips

Sweet Tears on my lips

I’m not normally a person, who sympathises,

But today is not a normal day,

I’m usually someone who moves on from all of this,

But there’s something blocking my way,

Don’t get excited because I’m not missing you,

Maybe it’s the fact I’m here alone,

Yet trying to find support is something I won’t do,

The reason why I’ve ran away from home,

Crying in my hands,

Soaking the sands,

Shadowing the lands,

My eyes embraced by an ocean,

My mind entangled with a single emotion,

My hair trapped by my pale fingertips,

And all I can taste are the sweet tears on my lips,

I try to neglect what I’ve gotten myself into,

But single moments remind,

And I try to force myself to forget those times,

Leaving it all behind,

Sometimes I watch myself crying in the mirror,

Following the tears down my face,

And when I turn away I realise the horror,

My crinkled mind, and a bitter taste,

Crying in my hands,

Soaking the sands,

Shadowing the lands,

My eyes embraced by an ocean,

My mind entangled with a single emotion,

My hair trapped by my pale fingertips,

And all I can taste are the sweet tears on my lips,

Will I finally realise?

Will I finally open my eyes?

Is the truth as hidden as it seems?

Maybe those nightmares have just been normal dreams?

Sweet tears on my lips…

Unwanted Compliments

To all those people who have ever regretted lieing. And yes, I mean everybody. My inspiration was just...private. Tom.

Unwanted Compliments

Swallowing my own pride,

Deciding to walk behind,

You, your friends and everyone else,

Is there anything of myself left?

Withheld truths I try to hide,

Memories of the times we lied,

Right now, right here, I feel alone,

Regretting you, and all I own,

I’m just sick of everybody smiling,

Sick of acting like that guy,

Who everybody seems to look for,

Unable to see through my lie,

And of his armour, lies sweet nothings,

And anything included dents,

But the cause of his destruction,

Is of unwanted compliments,

Realising my mistakes,

Though understand just how late,

And before action can be taken,

Another action is mistaken,

Once again it stays with me,

Creating who I am to be,

And I’m too scared to face to face,

With the enemy I choose to embrace and,

The things I do behind the curtains,

The things I say behind my lips,

The choices I refuse to take on,

When I there settled on my fingertips…

I’m just sick of everybody smiling,

Sick of acting like that guy,

Who everybody seems to look for,

Unable to see through my lie,

And of his armour, lies sweet nothings,

And anything included dents,

But the cause of his destruction,

Is of unwanted compliments,