Fancy Clothes

Another pop-driven poem about being broken-hearted, a more light-hearted effort I must admit, enjoy!!

Drawn to shiny objects and fancy clothes

They say life is cruel

but such is life and that's the way it goes

I find hard to smile at you

But I hope you're happy too

Maybe we'll be friends someday

Bleeding heart syndrome grabs a hold of you

But you're cold, sadistic and laughing at my pain

Love isn't a rollercoaster anymore

It's a runaway freight train

I'd find it nice if she could tell the truth for once

I'd find it nice if she'd spend the night

but wishing and wanting got me nowhere

Love can only break you, leaving me cold and scared

Drawn to shiny objects and fancy clothes

They say life is cruel

but such is life and that's the way it goes

I find hard to smile at you

But I hope you're happy too

Maybe we'll be friends someday

Pity and self-loathing don't get us going

We can only follow the path where the wind is blowing

It's burning away at me, with no signs of slowing

Why do they aim to hurt us

Why do they aim to play us for fun

Sweethearts souring and curdling

She can twist us, turn us

leave us struck dumb

Drawn to shiny objects and fancy clothes

They say life is cruel

but such is life and that's the way it goes

I find hard to smile at you

But I hope you're happy too

Maybe we'll be friends someday

The End

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