I see how you move,
dancing and throbbing like you know
what it is you go on about.
Throwing around these three words
like its glitzy and glamorous.
And I sit with you,
drinking and smiling and laughing with the crowd.
You're speaking to a dead man
in the world of your beautiful fantasies.
Talk all you want about the yearnings of a heart
and I will scorn you silently.
You dance around a man of pain,
and doing all of these things in silence.
So scream from the balcony all you want,
you will still waste your breath on a moot point
fueled by ignorance
and overused qoutes painted across a pretty picture.
If you need me
find me on the roof
and I will show you the consequences of true love
flat on the pavement below
and leave you alone where you stand.