I'm resting here quite regally,
The feature of the table.
Surrounded by potatoes that
I'd taste if I were able.
My subjects, scrubbed and beaming,
Circle round the royal platter.
They seem to be adoring me,
But something is the matter.
See me basking in the candlelight,
My skin so nicely tanned.
The reason for this treatment,
I do not understand.
While I'd love to peck that dish of corn
And gobble down a berry,
I find this jolly atmosphere
To be a trifle scary.
What hurts the most...
Was loving you so much,
But that not being enough.
I don't have a controller,
And I don't have a screen,
I don't need to be plugged
Sorry
It is a word
It has no substance
I cannot hold it
Nor can I
A bunch of flowers,
A homemade cake,
That special gift,
A birthday steak.
I've never been the type to say what I feel
So basically I keep everything inside
The worst pain known to me
Is to be stuck on a love that never could be,
To love
What if we were really true
And said everything we thought
Could we then stop fee
You make me feel so real
I lay awake at night thinking of you
I close my eyes and
I can't tell you how much my heart hurts every day.
It's full of anger, pain, and regrets
I don't go to sleep at night
because you haunt my dreams,
and waking up to find y
