Villain.

A touch of poison;

A kiss of death.

Your hugs were wreaths

Enclosed with regrets. 

Pain.

Is it greater pain,

To have found true love and lost

Or to never have found before?

Guy.

“You’re not my type.”

But the eyes don’t lie.

And love, we might.

Let’s ride the high,

Gotta be your kryptonite.

No, don’t let my heart die.

Mime.

Life without a dime,

Deemed society’s crime.

You’ll be a mere mime,

In a race against time.

Get-away.

Run away

From the world you loved,

They never understood your ways.

Fade away

From those dreams you had,

They won’t take off anyway.

Blind.

Cash we seek;

Glory we chase,

But man, I’d tell you that’s just surface.

Even with all the success

But our hearts misplaced,

It’ll be real doom

No matter what we taste.

But that’s really just a peek

At the consequence we’ll face.

“We want happiness,”

And that’s all we say.

Look at us now —

Alive but dead.

What do we have now?

“Blindness to kindness,” I’d say.

The Other Side.

Clank.

Another one of those hearts got broken.

Aching through the flanks,

Alone and solemn.

Me and you against the world,

Seems like it was just an old folk tale,

When there are ones against your fleur,

Hands in the pocket no matter bail or jail.

Be.

Can’t you see

You should let me be?

Before I flee,

Just set me free.

Held captive by twines of the city,

All we needed was our minds at liberty.

Dove.

Going double

It spells trouble.

Son of a gun,

They call it fun.

Evil is love

Masked as a dove.

Twisted fate

And undying hate.

Left at the end,

A broken heart to mend.

Leap.

Grabbed some gin,

And tobacco by tins.

Going for a spin,

After an awful din.

All I wanted was to win,

Gambling was my only sin.

Lost it all, not even a lint

Left for me, no hopes to pin.

I leapt – all I saw was blue and green,

“Drink like a fish,” says Jim Beam.

Forgetful I am, of yesterday’s dreams

I’m now just a fish without a fin.

Desperate and unable to swim,

Repaying my debt, my life cost a mint.

The last of my grin,

Now gone with the wind.

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