I Settled For Love That Only Left Me Scarred

I settled for love that only left me scarred

Only told me I'm gorgeous, when he's semi-hard

And I cried in the bathroom while he played guitar

Now I lay in the bedroom and I travel far

He called me a flower and still broke my heart

He picked on my petals and tore me apart

Now I'm out in the garden 'cause love didn't last

Last in real life, so I spend my time

Reading about it, turning the pages, and pages

Allowing myself to fade in the story about him

Kiss me in chapters, love me in writing

I'll be your coat in the thunder and lightning

We'll have a house and the house is a home

And the home has a fence and I won't be alone

Leave a kiss on my forehead and I won't have to worry

'Cause our hearts never break if we're living in a story

And I'll make you breakfast and some for the kids

And they'll play piano and take vitamins

And they'll believe in love 'cause they look up to us

And you would just adore me, living in a story

I'll be the author, the insomniac

Sell creative and maybe, I get paperback

And I'll bookmark the pages to freeze where I'm at

Because time doesn't freeze, I'll beg and I'll plead, just to

Wait here a second, the snow falls upon

Your eyelashes, it's heaven, reality's hell

We'll be somewhere in Devon and we'll bake

A pumpkin pie, spend all of my time

Reading about it, turning the pages, and pages

Allowing myself to fade in the story about him

Kiss me in chapters, love me in writing

I'll be your coat in the thunder and lightning

We'll have a house and the house is a home

And the home has a fence and I won't be alone

Leave a kiss on my forehead and I won't have to worry

'Cause our hearts never break if we're living in a story

And I'll make you breakfast and some for the kids

And they'll play piano and take vitamins

And they'll believe in love 'cause they look up to us

And you would just adore me, living in a story, there'll be

No pain and no crying, no sitting in silence

No wishing for change, no change in my diet

No guilt on your conscience, no blood on your hands

No salt in our seas, no stones in our sand, there's

No hatred or violence, no little white lyin'

No waiting for pain, no love unrequited

No thorns in my roses, no sorrow unplanned

'Til then I'm content with my book in my hand

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Acum nu mai trebuie ulei şi de-astea...e suficient să postezi pe TikTok toate promisiunile false şi inepțiile... acum pur şi simplu e suficient să îți prezinți toate opiniile anti...anti NATO, anti UE...anti cezariană...anti feminism...şi toate ideilei "iluminate" - apa nu e H20 şi în stare pură conține informație, în ONU sunt reptilieni, coca-cola conține nanocipuri (măcar de m-ar face nanocipurile astea să învăț Coreeană mai repede...mă rog...poate de la nanocipuri sunt eu aşa de pro-globalism şi văd cum planeta asta se duce naibii din cauza încălzirii globale şi alții nu văd nimic), omul nu a ajuns pe lună, în Ucraina nu este nici un război, iar, din cauză că eu, ca femeie, port pantaloni şi nu fustă, nu trece energia prin mine că vezi tu "Când tu ţi-ai pus pantaloni... deci cum era fusta? Era aşa... la femeie, energia intră de jos, din pământ, în sus. La bărbat, vine invers, aşa. Când tu ţi-ai pus pantalon, ai zis stop. Stop! înţelegi? Deci e... e o chestiune energetică." Ca să citez un geniu în viață (apropo, atunci mai trebuie să port chiloți? Că s-ar putea ca şi ăia să blocheze energia!).

Şi "secera şi ciocanul"? Heh...cred că de ajunge Georgescu preşedinte, va fi mai rău ca în comunism! În comunism, religia nu avea un rol aşa de important...femeile puteau să meargă la şcoală şi să aibă un loc de muncă...nu zic...a fost teribil...dar de data asta va fi şi mai şi...pe atunci nu erau smartphone-uri să te înregistreze non-stop...îmi e teamă că de data asta va fi undeva la nivelul 1984 a lui Orwell sau Povestea Slujitoarei a lui Margret Atwood (unde femeile nu erau bune pentru nimic altceva decât pentru a fi neveste, găti sau a face copii...ce citit? Ce educație? La cratiță cu ele!).

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