Note: The auteur of this poem decided to stay anonymous for various reasons. I needed to post his poem, though. He gave me permission. I think that it's great.
Thank you.
Late dawns and early sunsets, just like my favori scenes
I sat on my lit on a cold night. He's in the same house as I.
Then holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen
I remembered when we used to play as little kids
And the whole time while always giving
Counting your face among the living
We're older now. I need to get over the fact that toi hate me now...
Up and down escalators, pennies and colder fountains
Elevators and half price sales, trapped in par all these mountains
I do see you, but it's not the same...
Running away and hiding with you
I never thought they'd get me here
Not knowing you'd change from just one bite
I fought them all off just to hold toi close and tight
I l’amour you. Why can't toi notice? I'm right in front of you. I'm making a big fool of myself, but I'm crying. No one seems to be noticing that.
But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
toi can build me up and break me down. You're a huge part of my life...
But would anything matter if you're already dead?
And well should I be shocked now par the last thing toi said?
toi belong with me! toi might not be able to rendez-vous amoureux, date me because of your sexual orientation. I don't care.
Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...
But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
I feel alone without you...you're my life. I l’amour you. I want toi to come and l’amour me.
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
And would anything matter if you're already dead?
And now should I be shocked par the last thing toi said?
Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...
And in saying toi loved me,
Made things harder at best,
And these words changing nothing
As your body remains,
I feel like I'm slowly dying on the inside without you...
And there's no room in this hell,
There's no room in the next,
And our memories defeat us,
And I'll end this direst.
I might be with her, but I don't l’amour her. I l’amour you.
But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
But does anything matter if you're already dead?
And should I be shocked now par the last thing toi said?
I might be repeating the same thing over and over, but I mean it whole-heartedly.
Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...
And in saying toi loved me,
Made things harder at best,
And these words changing nothing
As your body remains,
And there's no room in this hell,
There's no room in the next,
Point: I l’amour toi and everything about you. toi are great, handsome, and intelegent. toi won't notice me as anything but a friend. I'm better than that other girl of yours. It's stupid for me to be competing with a girl for romance, I know. I also hate the fact that I'm nothing to you.
But does anyone notice...
I'm not emo...
...there's a corpse in this bed?
I JUST l’amour YOU.
Thank you.
Late dawns and early sunsets, just like my favori scenes
I sat on my lit on a cold night. He's in the same house as I.
Then holding hands and life was perfect, just like up on the screen
I remembered when we used to play as little kids
And the whole time while always giving
Counting your face among the living
We're older now. I need to get over the fact that toi hate me now...
Up and down escalators, pennies and colder fountains
Elevators and half price sales, trapped in par all these mountains
I do see you, but it's not the same...
Running away and hiding with you
I never thought they'd get me here
Not knowing you'd change from just one bite
I fought them all off just to hold toi close and tight
I l’amour you. Why can't toi notice? I'm right in front of you. I'm making a big fool of myself, but I'm crying. No one seems to be noticing that.
But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
toi can build me up and break me down. You're a huge part of my life...
But would anything matter if you're already dead?
And well should I be shocked now par the last thing toi said?
toi belong with me! toi might not be able to rendez-vous amoureux, date me because of your sexual orientation. I don't care.
Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...
But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
I feel alone without you...you're my life. I l’amour you. I want toi to come and l’amour me.
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
And would anything matter if you're already dead?
And now should I be shocked par the last thing toi said?
Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...
And in saying toi loved me,
Made things harder at best,
And these words changing nothing
As your body remains,
I feel like I'm slowly dying on the inside without you...
And there's no room in this hell,
There's no room in the next,
And our memories defeat us,
And I'll end this direst.
I might be with her, but I don't l’amour her. I l’amour you.
But does anyone notice?
But does anyone care?
And if I had the guts to put this to your head...
But does anything matter if you're already dead?
And should I be shocked now par the last thing toi said?
I might be repeating the same thing over and over, but I mean it whole-heartedly.
Before I pull this trigger,
Your eyes vacant and stained...
And in saying toi loved me,
Made things harder at best,
And these words changing nothing
As your body remains,
And there's no room in this hell,
There's no room in the next,
Point: I l’amour toi and everything about you. toi are great, handsome, and intelegent. toi won't notice me as anything but a friend. I'm better than that other girl of yours. It's stupid for me to be competing with a girl for romance, I know. I also hate the fact that I'm nothing to you.
But does anyone notice...
I'm not emo...
...there's a corpse in this bed?
I JUST l’amour YOU.
