coeur volant

the beauty of self expression.

September 9th, 2013 // 3:26 PM

Cajoling me into falling for you. 
I was a helpless spirit, 
And you always knew the right things to say. 

Yet, I couldn’t bear it. 
The thought of you, it brings melancholy feelings 
lurking deep within my ribs. 

And our minds start over-thinking, 
knowing clearly that we’re anything but compatible. 

But it’s this diminishing spark, 
a flickering glint of a lighthouse 
deep into a starless night. 
A gasoline lamp glowing, 
illuminating the good old days 
which is the fallacy that maybe once, 
you were as messed up as I am.