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I know you won't fall for me,
But you will fall eventually,
And when you do
I promise she'll be there to catch you.
To everyone who fell
But never got caught.

I don't blame you for that.
Show me the path
That's narrow and straight
I'll put on my shoes
And be on my way
I'll turn to the blues
And tell them to stay
If my shoe strings come loose
I'll leave them where they lay

There won't be a thing
Holding me back
I'll throw over my shoulder
A single backpack
With nothing in it
As there'll be nothing I lack
As I follow in life
This chosen path
And I tried really hard
to change my ways,
to be softer,
but with you there is no grey region
either I'm flying too high,
or I'm crashing down
an abyss

and all I ever wanted,
was for you to hold my hand,
and willingly walk through
this road called life.

And I tried really hard
to stop chasing my expectations,
and settle down with my reality,
but with you, there is no consistency,
one day your eyes tell me,
you'll follow me to wherever I go,
and next day I'm sitting alone,
thinking where did I go wrong

and all I wanted
was for you to make me feel loved once in a while,
even though I always know,
you already love me.

and I tried really hard
to keep up with your pace
but all my improvements,
you never really acknowledged.
you pull me up in your embrace
and push me away in the next
carve a frown, turn it upside down,
to you, it is all just a game.

And for once, let us play a game
of who loves whom more
and i'd let you win happily
if you only tried

but you don't really care much,
maybe, tomorrow, I'll try again
when you show up with another version of you.
The steaming beam from the shower floods cheaply
Pen ink always drips of limerence and scuds deeply
Painting the getaway in a never ending mess
Lead a life of vast nothingness in a shrunken head
Learn, regret piece by piece is de bene esse
A can with my brain in it is capped and set aside
Black-hole thoughts flit when rapt attention died
Nothing in this universe is real, along with my morsel pride
All I know is that this planet's soul is our goal to find
Penning about something abysmally meaningless, with only a speck of heart
Passing all the signs of the slow decline, whilst lonely with my flecks of art
If I stood in front of a speeding car, in circles I'd potrude or be flexed apart
if
you
leave
where
i stood
if
i could
only
say a word
where
light and dark
meet again
in
the
quite woods
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