Dashing prince meets his beautiful princess
A fairytale beginning to this biographical non-fiction,
Let this ink run out before the last chapter
Happily ever after, the final words.
I may be a writer, but I’m an actor in this tale
A sub character in this paperback,
Dancing to the pen of another
Pull my arc and let it burn.
My wrists don’t bleed, but my fists do
Physical pain, throbbing satisfaction
Fool me once, shame on me
My gun doesn’t have bullets, but my words do
Bleeding pain, throbbing indignation
Fool me twice, shame on me.
I am like a puppet, pulled by invisible strings
Your love is a coin, pop it in and watch me dance.
A temporary love song, we revel in it’s beauty
And we never know when the curtain will fall,
When it does, don’t take another coin
I’m tired of pretending to be a real boy,
Dancing to the tune of your whims
Cut my strings and let me fall.
There’s no save point. No reset button.
No 1st draft to be re-written.
Can’t suture these gaping wounds
I’m letting words bleed ’til I run out of ink or blood.
Just raw un-edited words. Probably turn this into a song or something. I was going for a Panic! at the Disco / Fall Out Boy lyrical feel. Did I accomplish it? What’s your favourite band or lyrics, I would love to know.
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