[Poetry] Bittersweet Symphony: Refrain: Four Letter Words
it's a crying shame,
that she's been closed for too long.
because every time she looks at you
with those cold guarded eyes,
words threaten to erupt from her throat.
don't you know
that she thinks that to utter them
would bring an end
to all the bitter and all the sweet
moments under the setting sun.
it's a feeling
kind of like need but sweeter,
kind of like want but harder,
kind of like pain but softer,
what is that word that she can't say.
it's a crying shame, this laughable game,
where does it end and we begin.
retorts thrown out like a challenge
but mistaken for the truth,
and now we can't take them back.
but under the silken moonlight,
my eyes are open, do you see it.
between our entwined messy limbs,
between our laboured shared breaths
it shines and shines.
soft, the sun is breaking.
the light between us fades under the glare
and honesty vanishes like the memory of a dream.
you don't have to tell her to go,
she tears herself away from the moment that's over.
she thinks to herself that it's a feeling
kind of like need but sweeter,
tinged with regret, so bitter,
kind of like home, no matter where you were,
and she never wanted to let it go.
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that she's been closed for too long.
because every time she looks at you
with those cold guarded eyes,
words threaten to erupt from her throat.
don't you know
that she thinks that to utter them
would bring an end
to all the bitter and all the sweet
moments under the setting sun.
it's a feeling
kind of like need but sweeter,
kind of like want but harder,
kind of like pain but softer,
what is that word that she can't say.
it's a crying shame, this laughable game,
where does it end and we begin.
retorts thrown out like a challenge
but mistaken for the truth,
and now we can't take them back.
but under the silken moonlight,
my eyes are open, do you see it.
between our entwined messy limbs,
between our laboured shared breaths
it shines and shines.
soft, the sun is breaking.
the light between us fades under the glare
and honesty vanishes like the memory of a dream.
you don't have to tell her to go,
she tears herself away from the moment that's over.
she thinks to herself that it's a feeling
kind of like need but sweeter,
tinged with regret, so bitter,
kind of like home, no matter where you were,
and she never wanted to let it go.
[end]