I’m sorry
For not being creative enough
Expressive enough
Loud enough
Enough
Just enough
Was I enough?
But I know it didn’t matter
Doesn’t matter
I will stay
And I will leave
I’ll find my way
Right between these piles & piles of scattered timelines and broken promises
I need you
I need to find you
Again
Like I did
All those years ago
All those tears ago
You
Are
Me
Me.
A guest post.
The world i see is a dull shade of grey that covers the walls of a sad and lonely hospital hallway leading to the morgue. My world is, in fact, just like those walls. Holding days and nights of painful cries and worried thoughts.
A guest post.
Maybe I’ll just disappear
Over the years, months and moments
A guest post.
You know, there was this girl once.
I used to like her a lot, not in a romantic way, but I did have a deep love for her, and I like to think that she liked me too. We had all these great childhood memories together, memories of us dancing in the rain in the backyard, of our fair visits and doing all the scary rides and eating cotton candy later on, of reading books or playing in our den under the blanket, and of building our tree house and chasing away every intruder.
A guest post.
Begun with a bang,
Still dreaming about a mustang,
Not yet woke,
Oh this poor bloke.
