Is it real or is it fake?

My head hurts from her yelling.
My heart melts from all the lies.
My lungs kill from the nicotine.
But it helps with the cries.
The drinking turned her into a beauty queen.
From what she believes is true.
I'm sick of it.
I've been sick of it for some time.
But all we do it sweep it under.
And smile to our friends on Sunday morning.
It hurts like the rain and thunder.

Everyday is a day in it self.
The smiles she cakes on.
Is it real or is it fake?

its windy outside.

the wind is shaking my house.
breaking the grounds.
like pounding fists against the walls.
it goes straight to my head.
intoxicated, i don't want this to end.
i'm wearing that sundress you gave me.
but tomorrow, i don't want it.
i gave you too much of my heart.
in so little of time.
but this was supposed to be about the natural intensities of the air.
the air that is going around in circles.
the air that travels the world daily.
what are you so afraid of?
what even went wrong?
i'm not going to take this.
it's not like i care anymore.
i'm officially throwing it to the wind.






Jeg foretrækker plads blomster