sometimes
my eyes wander to people
and i think
does anybody really know
who do you think you are
walking this fragile earth
and preaching the lies of centuries
telling the people of a treachery
you rely the world on this feeling
when it is nothing but fleeting in a world of change
you think that this is salvation
when it will abandon you
because this is far too human
too sweet in the mornings
all coffee and sunlight and soft music
and too bitter in the moonlight
all scratches on skin and empty screams and tears
all too human
that in every day it morphs into something unfamiliar
this feeling we hold so high
this feeling we crave to drown in
and the centuries that we have wasted in search of such
we were blind to the real force that pushes us over the edge
we have denied ourselves the truth for the longest time
it is now that we need to see
that this world does not allow for the existence of love
the very thing that wars were fought over and bonds were created
and it is only a passion that drives us
to our beginnings or to our ends
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 5:06 AM UTC
sometimes
my eyes wander to people
and i think
does anybody really know
who do you think you are
walking this fragile earth
and preaching the lies of centuries
telling the people of a treachery
you rely the world on this feeling
when it is nothing but fleeting in a world of change
you think that this is salvation
when it will abandon you
because this is far too human
too sweet in the mornings
all coffee and sunlight and soft music
and too bitter in the moonlight
all scratches on skin and empty screams and tears
all too human
that in every day it morphs into something unfamiliar
this feeling we hold so high
this feeling we crave to drown in
and the centuries that we have wasted in search of such
we were blind to the real force that pushes us over the edge
we have denied ourselves the truth for the longest time
it is now that we need to see
that this world does not allow for the existence of love
the very thing that wars were fought over and bonds were created
and it is only a passion that drives us
to our beginnings or to our ends
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