The words have been said,
Oh they have been said.
But theres so many questions still in my head.
I wonder, I wonder.
My mind trailing in circles like birds in the sky.
What if? What if? How can I trust?
And why?
Why, why why must I think so much?
For too much thinking makes me so out of touch.
Out of tune, like an old claironet, blaring and sounding in the off pitch sound of it.
So for now I'll write and compose.
Compose myself for who would ever know,
of the symphony of thoughts mixed up in my mind,
Waiting for that harmonized day where there'll be clarity I'll find.
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC
There is no stopping it
You, the tick tick ticking time bomb waiting to explode
Me, the grenade just waiting to go up into flames
Just pull my pin
But either way we are both waiting to explode
No wonder why we explode
No wonder why we clash
But how Can I be Mad?
Because my mind can’t be changed
This is why we clash
This is why hearts have been splintered
This is why hearts have been broken
Splintered and Broken
Broken and Crashed
But after multiple attempts
Too many Attempts
There is no stopping it
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC