She showed me an open door,
I really thought I had a chance.
And slam,
She shuts it, right in front of my face.
It all started back at the days,
Where I was reading papers everyday.
An anonymous message,
Broken heart, healed by a confession she seems to made.
But now everything had changed,
It really doesn't matter if she's the one,
With the same surname and what not,
Because, she is, with another man.
All I hoped is that she don't,
Ever showed up in my face again,
Till my wound heals,
And I'm back at it again, I will remain salty to the bitter end.
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 4:59 PM UTC
I've gotten myself a pair of golden shackles,
It is shiny.
My parents love it,
It brings them pride.
My friends is envious,
Because it shines.
But soon, I realize.
The shackles' painted gold.
What's worse,
With it, I can't traverse.
Golden shackles,
Is shackles after all.
Now I'm trapped,
shackled, bounded.
Doomed.
Only time can release me,
From this golden shackles.
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 4:08 PM UTC
Really, this is just a tool.
Ease the pain and suffering
Lift the fog, but obscure it
It unites, but divides
Gain people power, for better or worse
It blinds, but it guides
Obstruct love, while promotes it
No really, it's just a tool.
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 3:35 PM UTC