It was originally a poem, but i morphed it last minute. Needed a change i guess, but anyways. I will upload the poem version if you want me to, just let me know.
I was wrong to think that nothing could go wrong. After all the time that's gone away,now when i look back at it, Man, we've become antiques now. But let me tell you a little something about him, all that i know now. I gave him all the reasons to go, I was surprised that he stuck around. He says its all alright, and puts up a front. That's the story, he silenced me, i guess its all alright.
He sounds like the songs i used to sing to you, you remember, the ones to make you smile? Wow, i tried too much. I thought i'm never gonna smile again, with the way i was wired. But I did, just last week, when he told me to. I smiled like i did before, actually that's why i wrote. I guess its all aright.
He's a lot like you, and i hate it. I didn't intend to but he is, and when i hold him too, i know he'll break, but he takes some glue to stay and says its all alright, i know how oxymoronic that is, you'll probably find it silly but maybe that's one hell of a difference and i guess its all alright.
I'll be holding onto this star, cause i know he's not gonna save me a scar. It was his right hand who dragged me out to sparks and made me fade out from dark, i think i'm visible gain, and i know now, its all alright.
YOU ARE READING
I Wrote It All For Me
PoetryPoems. For myself, of my moods, my life, just me and my feelings. Most of them are fictious (or are they?). I'll leave it to you readers, let your imagination wander.
