Every cold night you spent alone,
Treading the dark abyss with
Nothing but your dark penumbra
Walking behind you,
Every solemn promise she broke,
Every lovely thought in your mind
Which she stoked,
She meant no good,
She was trying to break your heart.
When she walked into the crowded room,
The cynosure of your eyes,
Her golden jewelery bedazzled the
Innocence of your longing and lingering eyes,
The redolence of her sweet summer skin,
Enthralled your mind for days,
But love,
She meant no good,
She was trying to break your heart.
Every unspoken word between you two,
Her lips revealed a certain epiphany,
She spoke with cryptic words and emotions,
And her intriguing, unfulfilled fallacies,
Drew you closer, quotidian admiration,
Burning lust,
But she meant no good,
She was only trying to break your heart.
Her words were the emollient,
To your iron heart and lungs,
That rusted everytime you felt the
Air in your body, everytime you felt alive,
A part of you died,
But erstwhile her ebullience,
Drowned the pain,
But oh surreptitious lover,
Her words weren't ivory,
She was only trying to break your heart.
She hit your heart like petrichor,
After torrents of grotesque rainfall,
She hit you like the summery zephyr,
After burning days of the body and mind,
She hit you like the frost of the arctic wind,
An infidel following her own mind,
But she hit you like reality,
And oh love you couldn't have her,
She was only trying to break your heart.
Her lissome torso, and her ineffable beauty,
Propinquity to feel her fragrant skin,
To feel her summery breath so close,
As she spoke about the mysteries of life,
A panacea to every imbroglio,
Like emotions to the numbed one,
But oh love, she was broken within,
She was only trying to break your heart.
She placated the jaded soul and the misery,
And the incipent fancy grew into inexplicable lust,
And she was your alpha and omega,
Your death and rebirth,
The renaissance of your dying soul,
The inchoation of a new era,
Of emotions of all dimensions which you had never felt,
But oh naive lover, how did you condone
She was only trying to break your heart.
Bound by the gossamer of her glamour,
And the beauty of her magnificent brain,
You saw so little, yet only what she portrayed,
But love, all that glitter isn't gold,
And like the moon is flawed with the craters,
Her face was smothered by creme and gloss,
But beneath the flaxen fabricated lies,
There lived within her a loquacious voice,
That intoxicated her with his vice,
So love, if you peer in deeper,
Was she trying to break your heart?
Lover, she was as an ingenue,
Unaware of the perils of her words and breath,
She didn't mean to lure you within,
Or to give you hope that she would
See the starry nights with you
Or the starry nights within you,
She didn't mean to be pernicious,
She didn't mean to scar,
She didn't mean to break your heart.
Beneath her halcyon face,
Lay undiscovered galaxies within her,
Stars and meteors and commets,
Moondust, stardust and unfinished sonnets,
Sorry lover, it broke her heart,
When you longed for her every night,
Yet walked away every time she caressed your hair,
To explain to you what the eyes couldn't find,
Sorry lover, she was lost and fragile,
She didn't mean to break your heart.
Imbued with her felicity and smile,
Were scars that did not fade with time,
She impeded her owners desires
Because she did not wish to scathe
The one she loved,
And if you spent every night longing her breath,
She awoke every dawn with sorrow and regret,
She didn't apprehend why she felt so contrite
When it had happened over and over again,
And somehow she found herself at the start,
She did not want to break your heart.
She knew the evanescent beauty she possessed,
And how early it faded to reveal her unrest,
She knew the bitterness of her dulcet words,
And the ferocious fiend behind her demurly urge,
She had ruined one life, why would she ruin one more?
She was breaking her own heart along with her paramore's.
Treading the dark abyss with
Nothing but your dark penumbra
Walking behind you,
Every solemn promise she broke,
Every lovely thought in your mind
Which she stoked,
She meant no good,
She was trying to break your heart.
When she walked into the crowded room,
The cynosure of your eyes,
Her golden jewelery bedazzled the
Innocence of your longing and lingering eyes,
The redolence of her sweet summer skin,
Enthralled your mind for days,
But love,
She meant no good,
She was trying to break your heart.
Every unspoken word between you two,
Her lips revealed a certain epiphany,
She spoke with cryptic words and emotions,
And her intriguing, unfulfilled fallacies,
Drew you closer, quotidian admiration,
Burning lust,
But she meant no good,
She was only trying to break your heart.
Her words were the emollient,
To your iron heart and lungs,
That rusted everytime you felt the
Air in your body, everytime you felt alive,
A part of you died,
But erstwhile her ebullience,
Drowned the pain,
But oh surreptitious lover,
Her words weren't ivory,
She was only trying to break your heart.
She hit your heart like petrichor,
After torrents of grotesque rainfall,
She hit you like the summery zephyr,
After burning days of the body and mind,
She hit you like the frost of the arctic wind,
An infidel following her own mind,
But she hit you like reality,
And oh love you couldn't have her,
She was only trying to break your heart.
Her lissome torso, and her ineffable beauty,
Propinquity to feel her fragrant skin,
To feel her summery breath so close,
As she spoke about the mysteries of life,
A panacea to every imbroglio,
Like emotions to the numbed one,
But oh love, she was broken within,
She was only trying to break your heart.
She placated the jaded soul and the misery,
And the incipent fancy grew into inexplicable lust,
And she was your alpha and omega,
Your death and rebirth,
The renaissance of your dying soul,
The inchoation of a new era,
Of emotions of all dimensions which you had never felt,
But oh naive lover, how did you condone
She was only trying to break your heart.
Bound by the gossamer of her glamour,
And the beauty of her magnificent brain,
You saw so little, yet only what she portrayed,
But love, all that glitter isn't gold,
And like the moon is flawed with the craters,
Her face was smothered by creme and gloss,
But beneath the flaxen fabricated lies,
There lived within her a loquacious voice,
That intoxicated her with his vice,
So love, if you peer in deeper,
Was she trying to break your heart?
Lover, she was as an ingenue,
Unaware of the perils of her words and breath,
She didn't mean to lure you within,
Or to give you hope that she would
See the starry nights with you
Or the starry nights within you,
She didn't mean to be pernicious,
She didn't mean to scar,
She didn't mean to break your heart.
Beneath her halcyon face,
Lay undiscovered galaxies within her,
Stars and meteors and commets,
Moondust, stardust and unfinished sonnets,
Sorry lover, it broke her heart,
When you longed for her every night,
Yet walked away every time she caressed your hair,
To explain to you what the eyes couldn't find,
Sorry lover, she was lost and fragile,
She didn't mean to break your heart.
Imbued with her felicity and smile,
Were scars that did not fade with time,
She impeded her owners desires
Because she did not wish to scathe
The one she loved,
And if you spent every night longing her breath,
She awoke every dawn with sorrow and regret,
She didn't apprehend why she felt so contrite
When it had happened over and over again,
And somehow she found herself at the start,
She did not want to break your heart.
She knew the evanescent beauty she possessed,
And how early it faded to reveal her unrest,
She knew the bitterness of her dulcet words,
And the ferocious fiend behind her demurly urge,
She had ruined one life, why would she ruin one more?
She was breaking her own heart along with her paramore's.