well im talkin to a friend telling em about my drama, blah blah blah, and of course i have the urge to write something else. so here it is.
when your heart gets use to being broken,
and your ears get use to the lies
what can you do to change the fact that
happiness will never be around the corner
you turn. never to be waiting at your front steps
like a package in the mail
denied by all things that are good,
the things worth living and fighting for.
when your mind gets use to the games your broken heart plays.
making you look worthless
uncapable of loving, living and laughing.
when its stripped from you. what can you do,
where can you turn, who can you trust
for experience has taught you to trust no one, let your guard
down to no one. keep your head held and ignore everyone.
some say your snobbish, but you don't have time to care,
thinking of the next one who dares
dares to test your trust, dares to test your promise to yourself.
wondering if its the moment you can be yourself, let loose
like a turtle out of its shell, when can you say its over, the
wall around your heart can come down. and when you open
your heart like a unhealed flesh wound, throwing salt on your soul drying it
up like a dehydrated soul. a seed without sunlight or water.
you realize that once again you were wrong, fueled by a fantasy
a desire of what you really want. wishing that the anger and
tension built inside could make you change.
ignite the untouched wick that will burn and send off
scents that will attract something else. something unknown.
vintage T
and of course i cant finish. feeling like i fell of track a little bit at the end but oh well
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