Monday, April 16, 2012

Nothing to Lose...


He used to smile 
His head was held high 
He'd show his teeth white as tile 
And look you in the eye 
When you saw him you knew 
This boy was in love 
But the things she put him through.. 
You couldn't dream of. 

She told him she loved him 
Time after time.. 
She wrote it in letters 
And wrote it in rhymes 
But why would you kill 
The man that you love ? 
Destroy his very will; 
Drag him to the edge of his limits..then shove ?

It really didn't take long.. 
For her to crush him.. 
She did him so wrong 
He wanted his life to end 
He should have known she was lying.. 
In that love letter she wrote. 
The one he put in a frame, 
A frame which now broke. 

And looking at the glass 
He see his reflection 
Broken and smashed 
Filled with rejection..

What did he do? 
Did he fill her with hate? 
He sickens himself.. 
He knows its too late. 
Because seeing his face 
Fills him with rage 
He's choking on disgrace 
He's at his books last page 
And the ink is dull... 
Its fading away 
As he digs his final hole,
There's nothing left to say. 

He knows all her secrets. 
He knows all her lies. 
He can see her soul 
When he looks in her eyes. 
That's when she looks down... 
To the left or the right,
She feels ashamed 
When penetrated by his sight. 
Because she can see that he knows 
Every thought in her head 
And as the inner girl shows 
His heart is no longer red... 

He picks up a piece of his reflection 
Lying on the ground, 
Watching as it fades away 
And transparency is found...
This frame is like his heart 
Broken on the floor, 
The floor which marks the start 
To the end of her fall which is no more. 
And though he still loves her, 
She simply doesn't care. 
The only thing for sure 
Is that pain is never fair. 

And it hurts too much 
Just to say her name, 
To think about her touch 
And remember all their game... 
And so he has given up 
Just like she did on him, 
He's done that to his life 
Now he's ready for the end. 
And what better way 
Than to drain out his heart 
Though its in his body 
She took it with her the day she decided to depart... 

As he cuts into his wrist 
He can't help but think, 
What part of love was it that I missed 
When I had to blink... 

It doesn't matter anymore.. 
Blood drips down his chair 
A large red puddle on the floor 
He no longer has to care... 
It really wasn't a hard choice.. 
It didn't make him sad.. 
Hearing the sound of her sweet voice 
Reminded him she's all he ever had.. 
So having nothing 
Helped him choose.. 
Because when you've got nothing 
You've got nothing to lose...

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