Speechwriters Llc Classic Heartbreaking Bitches
Well you started off, you were flying in the air, drunk
without a care, on the love of somebody out there
And your heart did pound, every time you’d hear the
sound, of your true love queened and crowned, and the
flowers were smelling like heaven
There were walks in the park, there were kisses in the
dark, and proverbial sparks, that always precede
failure
And your heart did fly, and your soul was telling lies,
and you never asked why, this couldn’t all last,
forever
And there were, granted wishes and heartbreaking
bitches and a world too inanimate to grab you by your
britches and say, that you don’t ever want to be in
love, again
There were days in the sand, we just kissed and held
hands, dreamed utopic foreign lands, where we’d live
together, forever
And time was a blur, punctuated with a stir, it was
always cause of her, and always was never enough
You start thinking about, all the times you’ve spent
without, it begets a seed of doubt, in the clockwork
peach in your soul
And your memories bleed, and your pulse is gaining
speed, all these thoughts are a disease, and poetry’s
one of the flesh
And there were, granted wishes and heartbreaking
bitches and a world too inanimate to grab you by your
britches and say, that you don’t ever want to be in
love, again
Now the world seems strange, all your thoughts are
rearranged, and you’re feeling quite estranged, oh I
hate remembering vacation
Now you’re distorting pictures and dislodging fixtures,
and creating mixtures of truth and reality
And your heart’s palpitating, as your world’s
disintegrating, you begin to start hating, the things
that make life life
And every time you dream of better, all you end up
getting is worse
And the ability to truly see the changes in your life
could be the ultimate encompassing curse
But intrinsically humanity cannot end on such tragedy
so here it is the silvery verse, oh I must sing
That there are prom night dresses and fairytale
princesses and a world too inanimate to openly confess
all its sins, love’s the...