Spits out randoms that morph into best friends
and blurts out ransoms that become those moments you'll never forget.
Brings alduterous waters,
just to get to the one you love,
yet makes you realize their feelings aren't strong enough
to please your standards.
But that doesn't change the fact that you're still in love,
it just makes you hurt.
Then you'll find living harder to live,
and being harder to be.
Knowing you can't hold the one you love the most
in your arms
is going to kill you slowly,
bit by bit.
Trust me, I know what I'm preaching,
because this scenario,
I'm currently experiencing.
YOU ARE READING
Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)
PoetryI'm like an actor who forgets his lines because of stage-fright. I can't trust myself. So let my writings speak for my heart and for my head, let them say the words I can't say aloud. This is all I've got, since being quiet and contemplative hasn't...