there are some things you can't paint pretty
to me, words can be like a rain storm in the way that the sun is hidden
but the world looks softer, the lines are blurred,
all of the harsh and bold are pushed into drains on the sides of the streets
sometimes, certain things have to stick out;
things that natural inconveniences can't blur or soften;
things that tell you to get used to the lump in your throat
i found out through a facebook status
9:13pm on a thursday night, i found out
through a facebook status
the one and only
mess of a blue eyed time bomb
will never walk past me in a grocery store
leaving a scent of falling in love for the first time and
p r e s s u r e
so much pressure
because
she
is
not
here
anymore
and it makes me wonder
in those 2 years that we did not speak
what changed
who did she become
how bad did it get
before she thought her best bet
was a gun to her head
you hid from life in way that made
your loved ones lose sleep
you left this life in a way that makes
this town a little more dull
Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 6:34 PM UTC
there are some things you can't paint pretty
to me, words can be like a rain storm in the way that the sun is hidden
but the world looks softer, the lines are blurred,
all of the harsh and bold are pushed into drains on the sides of the streets
sometimes, certain things have to stick out;
things that natural inconveniences can't blur or soften;
things that tell you to get used to the lump in your throat
i found out through a facebook status
9:13pm on a thursday night, i found out
through a facebook status
the one and only
mess of a blue eyed time bomb
will never walk past me in a grocery store
leaving a scent of falling in love for the first time and
p r e s s u r e
so much pressure
because
she
is
not
here
anymore
and it makes me wonder
in those 2 years that we did not speak
what changed
who did she become
how bad did it get
before she thought her best bet
was a gun to her head
you hid from life in way that made
your loved ones lose sleep
you left this life in a way that makes
this town a little more dull
rest in peace, yaya.
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