Second Choice. 

Second Choice. 

I wasn’t born to be the disguised name,
In your contact list, or the last call of the day
Your late night guilty pleasure, your “just a friend”,
Rubber heart for you to play

I wasn’t born to be your 15th February,
Blank eyes and snide smirks in reply to my fears about “our future”,
The supporting actress (what a pity!)
Rosy lies to keep me in an impuissant stupor

I wasn’t born to be the weeping mess, lying at your feet at 6 in the morning,
My own delusions begging for an explanation,
Scared silly of losing you, blind enough to unsee
That the storms of my pain never received any placation

In all gullible affirmation, I thought I was participating
In a contest, and you were the gold
A punch too many to the heart made me realize
Trophies aren’t black like your soul

One day, when your daughter will come crying home,
Because some boy broke her heart ; the pain in her voice
Will remind you of me, and you will finally see
I wasn’t born to be your “second choice”. 

Pretty Girl 💕

Pretty Girl 💕

Pretty girl, one of a kind

Give me your hand, let me read your mind
Your moonlit eyes are reading into my soul
Give me all your loving, never leave me alone

Pretty girl, you know your light
Is way too bright, drenched in delight
You pave your way out of stars
You have raging oceans in your heart

Pretty girl, you think that honey mouth
Can hide your fire, tell me what it’s all about
I could spend my days, listening to your fairytales
I could lie here forever, wide awake

Pretty girl, what goes around comes around
Be a good little girl, don’t you run around
You are a soldier, you’ll only get bolder
Know your worth, never let the dust settle on the ground