Maybe my view is up side down
On life, on myself, on you
Maybe even twisted
The glass is not half empty or half full
I can’t tell anymore
The daisies we pushed are now wilted
And this love I receive seems restricted and guilted
The grip on my glass has slipped and it’s tilted
Upside down like my view, the contents of myself spill
The everyone will see I am ill.
Feb 14, 2014
Feb 14, 2014 at 8:32 PM UTC
Maybe my view is up side down
On life, on myself, on you
Maybe even twisted
The glass is not half empty or half full
I can’t tell anymore
The daisies we pushed are now wilted
And this love I receive seems restricted and guilted
The grip on my glass has slipped and it’s tilted
Upside down like my view, the contents of myself spill
The everyone will see I am ill.
By Autumn Angel
