Don't Let a Chance Run Through Your Fingertips, Promise Me That.

Location

13601
United States
43° 59' 45.5604" N, 75° 55' 23.1528" W

Save yourself from living a lie
We're both going to die,
But you will never be alive.
Loosen your grip on half of the truth:
What I don't know could never hurt you.
I used to be your priority
First in line to drop to my knees
Looking back, I walked away from a mess
So hold auditions for your next damsel in distress.
Now, you see, I've moved on to better things
While you lower yourself each time your telephone rings
Reusing lines is what you do best
So when when you rescue the princess,
I hope you trip on her dress.

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741