Eyes wide open starring outside.
A web of Soft and comfy sheets tangled,
Clean walls and ceiling of bright white paint,
I woke up lost in a bed not of my own.
The thrilling scenes of the past few days,
Became the brewing storm in the ocean of us,
Lightning cuts through the darken stormy skies,
Thunders of the vociferous truth are never far away.
And so often the reality of the illuminating morning,
Brings unsettled thoughts that shadows the soul,
I dare not look on the other side to tackle my concern,
What I denied stubbornly and wouldn’t succumb.
A half closed door leading to a house of another me.
Shards of bittersweet nothings on the floor unclean,
Glitters like fool’s gold in the morning light at play,
I shut the entrance vowing not to violate a peek.
Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
Eyes wide open starring outside.
A web of Soft and comfy sheets tangled,
Clean walls and ceiling of bright white paint,
I woke up lost in a bed not of my own.
The thrilling scenes of the past few days,
Became the brewing storm in the ocean of us,
Lightning cuts through the darken stormy skies,
Thunders of the vociferous truth are never far away.
And so often the reality of the illuminating morning,
Brings unsettled thoughts that shadows the soul,
I dare not look on the other side to tackle my concern,
What I denied stubbornly and wouldn’t succumb.
A half closed door leading to a house of another me.
Shards of bittersweet nothings on the floor unclean,
Glitters like fool’s gold in the morning light at play,
I shut the entrance vowing not to violate a peek.
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