i bought a soul
but then i sold it back
traded for a card game deck,
to assume i could be less of a wreck
and i still sit here wrenched
in your blood mixed with mine,
sweet sugar and tea intertwined
i should buy a soul again
when do you end and where do i begin?
because the smell of tea keeps getting old
but i still sit with it in my hands, frozen cold
the agony had double-leveled
when you said that you'd rather stay here forever,
than find your way home with me
and pour a distance in us of ten thousand seas
maybe it was the truth
about this worth of mine being lesser than your shoe,
because i run the days and i rue and rue
the misery in me i always knew
yet again,
a little glance is enough
to wake the rage and let the adortion strengthen-up
here i go again, running out of luck
now you see me as nothing
but a big mistake,
someone deserving of more layers of loving
but still not enough for your existence's sake
i take a jar out the old racks
and remove a knife from the kitchen stack,
opening up my soul again
dusting it off
i'm selling it back.
ESTÀS LLEGINT
| musings harmonizing
Poesiahi! <3 this is a collection of my self written poems/songs over the years. lowercase intended. possible triggers - i have introductory poems in the begging to showcase my writing style, with one old and one new poem. - most of this is imaginative...
