Conventions Curse

Conventions, you and I, they burned our wings,
We thought to play at love—a fleeting game.
It started light, but soon forgot the strings,
Now love’s ember won’t rekindle its flame.

Our lives, a stage of lies and hollow art,
We acted roles that never fit our skin.
Now here we stand, where execution starts,
No script to rewrite the mess we’re in.

Conventions, you and I, they burned our wings!
Love, hate—all ache, a wound that never dies.
Our chests ignite when shadows cross like kings,
Yet eyes avert, too shattered to recognize.

We feared to speak the truths we dared to bury,
Hid behind masks of polished, cold pretense.
But deep inside, a fire fought to carry—
Snuffed out, now ash, by fear’s indifference.

We gaze at worlds through hollow, frozen lenses,
See only frost where warmth once dared to grow.
We chose to kill the love that burned defenses,
And now its ghost won’t breathe—we’ll never know.

Conventions, you and I, they burned our wings!
Love, hate—all ache, a wound that never dies.
Our chests ignite when shadows cross like kings,
Yet eyes avert, too shattered to recognize.

If we’d foreseen this script’s tragic ending,
How games of heart would scorch the paths we tread—
We’d have torn the page, our souls amending,
Let love, not pride, rewrite the lines instead.

Conventions, you and I, they burned our wings!
Love, hate—all ache, a wound that never dies.
Our chests ignite when shadows cross like kings,
Yet eyes avert, too shattered to recognize.

Conventions, you and I, they burned our wings,
We thought to play at love—a fleeting game.
It started light, but soon forgot the strings…
Now love’s ember won’t rekindle its flame…

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