My heart aches with every beating second,
I'm lost,
The feeling of being forgotten has come back to linger.
I'm always five steps ahead,
But you seem to always be ahead of me.
Do I have a place for love?
For the close feeling of affection, I give.
Am I fake to this world?
Do I want to hold more than what I can handle?
Should you trust me?
Because I don't trust myself.
This wheel of life that I pursue has got me tangled between two.
Should I fall like a chess piece in the game of life?
Should I risk the queen for the sake of the pawns?
No,
There must be another way.
I won't let go just yet.
I'll pursue,
Hunted by my curiosity to set myself on fire,
It feels like I'm accelerating up the highway.
No brakes ready to crash and ended with a bang.
But that's okay.
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The Flowers that Bloom
PoetryPoems of life and beauty, we as humans, thrive through the ages. From the good from the bad. To the sad to the exciting. We have much in our head that never seeps out of our mouths.
