I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
What happened to the us we knew What happened to the thoughts we grew What happened to the laughter we shared What happened to the voice notes we heard
By Harydo Neon8 years ago in Poets
At this point the ground opened, swallowed me up Next thing I know, I am falling, darkness, engulfed I stretch my hands hoping that
"Dear Diary, These might be the last words, my last script For I am too deep in an awkward pit A pit that keeps sinking, quick sand
I never thought I would be on this end Like a twisted fairytale with a tail way too bent When did the rejected start rejecting?
Tick, Tock, It's 01:30 am You did it again, that which you promised not to Did you make an effort not to break your promise?
Break a mirror, look at yourself through it You see someone who you know you are not You reflect on who you are Reflect on what you have achieved
The mountains look at me on a sunny day Telling me how high they are Drunk of greatness and work of art They stand strong, no movement
You were alone He saw you You didn't feel like giving him a chance So you decided to play it safe But you loved his looks and gentle personality
Dropped the pen, never to write again Cause as crazy as it seems, writing came with pains Locked my pen in a vault After my last and ultimate fullstop
Fairytales come and go, love still remains Regimes come and go, rules stay the same Love is actually so complex Describing it could make me go nuts
All in all, fall after fall, rise upon rise All I see are individuals who lack insights Treatments based off familiarity Creating boundaries unequovically
There comes a time when times stands still Nothing moves, nothing, only heart beats First rhythmic and then goes off beat
