Romantic

Darling, there is nothing more romantic than you believing I am not plastic,

Then you stating me as one of a kind, you telling me you will leave your home, you will leave your dime.

These lines are forever intertwined with the movement of my heart or even when it stops.

Hell is designed for people like you and I, closing our eyes to all the other sights,

To love someone so much and lose track of time

But often I think God must be touched by the way I am feeling.

I guess it is safe to say that my existence has lost all meaning.

I wasn't brought into this world for daydreaming.

Darling, Isn't it romantic

How dramatic you are?

You make me feel like a movie star,

When no one else seems to think anything of us

But why not? Don't they know that when it is dark, I always find you in my heart?

Is this a fantasy or a cruel reality?

You look at me and you forget to blink, stone-like it feels like you are turning.

I pray to God to make time stop and to not let your eyes rott but time goes on

And suddenly gone is the feeling of being a world apart.

Incredibly sad is that I have to adapt and behave like I can't understand the way you act.

Accept the fact, we are living in a world filled with trash.

There is nothing good about being alive or being one of a kind.

Darling, there is nothing romantic, it is just tragic.

Still tieing your words so close to my soul

Even though since then you have said so much more

Like you don't want me anymore

But I erase those, I only keep the ones that make me feel whole.

I still believe God knows:

If I have no one I still have your words.

I think he will leave us alone.

In the dark, you glow,

I just have to wait for the sunlight to go.

There is nothing romantic but we live in a world of plastic,

It is okay if it is tragic.