When I will be yours
On wet grass, under our stars;
Time can only tell.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
My brain:
It feels like white wash walls.
My mind has been bleached
To nothing at all.
The clocks' hands move;
I am not ready.
The broken skin on my hands
Reveal my state is unsteady.
My eyes have sunken
Deep into my skull,
Like the ships that has been
Swallowed by the sea.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
I am not like you,
I do not have your eyes
Saturated with cunning and hate,
covering lies.
I am not like you,
I do not have your smile.
I do not receive happiness
From another's child.
I am not like you,
I do not own a vacant heart.
I have found another
Who will fulfill your part.
I am not like you,
I do not prey for attention;
Isolation has acquainted with
Me since then.
I am imagination,
but I am reality.
I am not like you, I am
Me.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 9:41 PM UTC