Who am I
If I’m unwilling to go all the way
To bear all the risks that may come my way
To fall hard; to feel lost and confused
To lose everything
That I work hard to build, day after day
All coming crumbling down
Like an avalanche with no end
It’s what broken dreams are made of
Things that you did
It’s a subtle world
That can fragment like shattered glass;
It looks so beautiful from the outside
It’s this deception that hurts
Why isn’t it okay
To be broken
It’s you and me, and a whole bunch of nothing.
There’s a period of joy, there’s a period of battle, there’s a want for silence. There’s silence; there’s want for joys and even battles. There’s joys, there’s want for battles. There’s battles, there’s want for silence. There’s silence
There’s want for joys and even battles for god sakes.
Had tried to calculate approximately how many times humans may have seen the sun through the tree branches
Didn’t work out
I gave up.
It really sucks that the world is geared up to be cut-throat tomorrow
Weights fall down on me thinking about it
Why can’t things be a little more laid back and cheerful for sen’sive souls like us…
He looked at me with shiny eyes. We were lying next to each other and it was dark. He smiled with a curvature on his lips
And he didn’t say a thing
And when he spoke, he purred deep words. He placed my fallen hair strands back behind my ears and told me that I’m the one. The cicadas made noise outside our window
But I couldn’t speak and I was convinced. His dark eyes made a twinkle and he said he loved me and he asked if I loved him too, and this time I said,
“For real I do.” He smiled and caressed my cheek as he kept his gaze.
said the devil.
I took something that I hated, loved it, then hated it again