Slow Burn
Everything is temporary
Don't say it's the contrary
A fleeting memory
The sand burns brown as the dust surrounded my head
When I finally gained back my vision I saw that we were dead
But yet you haunt me
You love to taunt me
You appear in every dream
I stand here in the crowd as the world whirls by me in circles
Not a one hears me scream
It's beating me to a pulp
I can't even swallow, I can't breathe
All I can see is you got her on your sleeve
Was it real or was it fake
Was my pride fun to take
Was it an effort
Was it even worth it to make
Cause now my heart's at stake
My breathing stops, it slows
I'm barely hanging on with each shattering blow
Hope it was an entertaining show.
© LaurenTarabori
Don't say it's the contrary
A fleeting memory
The sand burns brown as the dust surrounded my head
When I finally gained back my vision I saw that we were dead
But yet you haunt me
You love to taunt me
You appear in every dream
I stand here in the crowd as the world whirls by me in circles
Not a one hears me scream
It's beating me to a pulp
I can't even swallow, I can't breathe
All I can see is you got her on your sleeve
Was it real or was it fake
Was my pride fun to take
Was it an effort
Was it even worth it to make
Cause now my heart's at stake
My breathing stops, it slows
I'm barely hanging on with each shattering blow
Hope it was an entertaining show.
© LaurenTarabori