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John Mendoza Jul 2018
What’s trust, when you never want to feel the bottom, oh no

What’s trust when you never want to feel the bottom, oh no

As I tried my hardest to balance out the signs, while trying to draw between the lines, that were constantly changing with the times

But who knew, I could turn my pain, into something beautiful but yet

What’s trust when you never want to feel the bottom, oh no

When searching for something more, meant offering up your soul for something worth more than gold

As we all hope to escape the illusions, caused by those that hope to confuse us, and love those that wish to abuse us, while we search for the thing, that will forever eludes us

But it’s once we learn to embrace the pain and smile through the rain,
We’ll find the means to get past even the darkest of days

And though I tend to try and lift the world with all it’s weight, deep down I know I’ll always be straight cause I chose to let go of all this hate
John Mendoza Jul 2018
Resisting life’s beautiful sonnet in favor of death’s cold embrace, as I look for you, I start to lose myself, while I search deeper, I fall further, as I continue to lose the light, in a place that there was once love, now only lives hate

Although my mind is at peace, my soul is at war, as I struggle with being caught in the middle, and halfway through the door, but I don’t leave, as my heart continues to craves more and more

Yet somehow I’m not afraid to stay, cause maybe it was the love or the drugs, that helped make me this way, as the trill is gone but still I chose to go on

Deep down I know that I’m not whole, while I watch as it takes it toll yet I can’t help but feel so alone

Though I start to ponder, if maybe it might be hopeless to wonder, that you could just be hiding, in the darkest parts of life, as I continue to embrace, the darker sides of life

While willingly knowing, that maybe things will never be the same, yet you still ask yourself, can I ever truly be whole, with a forever tortured soul
John Mendoza Jul 2018
Cause all she knows, is how to be herself, with a style, that’s too wild, for everyone else

Yet I can’t but wonder, how she plays the game better then most guys

As she breaks hearts with no pity, while looking oh so pretty, like a girl, that belongs to no city

But there were times when she played by the rules, only for her, to come out, looking like the fool

Yet she never accepted defeat, cause she was an icon, with the heart of a lion and the world at her feet

And as I’m writing this, I couldn’t help but admire, the way she inspires

With the beauty that only attracts the mind, and though it sounds crazy, but she truly is the first of her kind

But I would never take her for myself, cause just like me, she deserves to be free

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