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Grim And Smoke

Grim And Smoke

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Grim and smoke

Prick me with a joke.


I come to you

Expecting love.

What you give.

I don't know if I deserve.


I am covered in grim,

Smoke filling my lungs.

I bet what you give,

Would not be something

I could forgive.


Grim and smoke

Prick me with a joke.


Eyes tearing,

Smile stretching.

Comedy of the life I am living.


Ignore me more,

Teach me love,

But dear,

Do run away when it's returned.


Give me hope,

Then leave me alone,

Story of my life.

I don't know where to go.


Grim and smoke

Prick me with a joke.


Harsh your words,

Said with a smile.

I wonder why I look up,

When all you do is look down.


Show me dreams,

Teach me hope.

But run away when I need you

Because you find this, a joke.


Grim and smoke

Prick me with a joke


Love so bright,

I, no longer have the right sight

Tell me again,

What is this fight?


Tongue in cheek,

What a thief.

Steal all my joy,

Now he plays coy.


Dear, oh mine.

What a crime,

Sing me praise,

Make me proud.

But then laugh at me

When I become pleased,

With my own rise.


Grim and smoke

Prick me with a joke.


Darling with the bright smile,

Sense of self

On an all time high.

Look down on us more,

You find us all a stepping stone.


I wonder what you gain,

When you create so much pain.

Tell me though,

Was it worth it?

When you broke so many of the

Millions of the hearts,

In order achieve

The goals in your path.



I do not know what you live for,

I do understand what you will kill for.

I do not know when you will learn,

The hearts left in your path

Will come to haunt you with their pain.


Do go on,

Darling beloved of mine.

I wish with all my aching heart

That we will never cross paths.


The love we gave,

Which you did not crave.

You did not deserve,

Yet foolish were we,

Expecting you to

Cherish our love.


But now we have learnt,

With grim and smoke

As our companion.

We now know,

How love could hurt you so.


We have forged our paths,

We learned to not always

Trust our foolish hearts.

We are stronger now,

We have learned a lesson

Because of your unnecessary cruelty.

We know now,

Not everything comes free,

We are not unscathed,

But we learned to live.

Heart on the winds,

We did learn to live.


Grim and smoke

Prick me with a joke.


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