It is in love, where fools die
lost in memories of tomorrows possibilities
still feeding on the vinegar tears and chocolate kisses.
Denying the existence of yesterdays sorrows
Still hung up on those lavender lies,
hoping today will hold your very last cry.

The truth is there, sitting in the light
But you want to be surrounded by shadows and sighs
Hopeless dreams where your heart shatters again and again
Running moments through your head, threading them together trying fruitlessly to make a movie and you inked the words with an invisible pen

Tainted hope lies at your door as she knocks again. 

Wishful thinking and teenage dreams combine to make you want to scream.
But away from her you cannot go, you fool dipped in misguided hope.
Trampled and trodden & still you stand
Body bruised & still you offer your hand

& really, it is in love, where fools die.



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Tomorrow will hold nothing for you, if you do not hold anything for it.