Mabey it was just the days
that seemed prolonged
My mind that resurrects the dead
To the reaches far beyond
Fatigued i let myself wander
Fulling false emotions blurred by imagination
Confined in my prior self
Till Im a tyrant to my own degradation
The bittersweet animosity of false hope
Like watering a blossom in hopes of a willow
My self-pity only absent in my dreams
had i wished they where nightmares not long ago
Strangled with fists and stains my pillow bears quotes i suffocate through
That quote
Go to bed
He’s not thinking about you
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC
Mabey it was just the days
that seemed prolonged
My mind that resurrects the dead
To the reaches far beyond
Fatigued i let myself wander
Fulling false emotions blurred by imagination
Confined in my prior self
Till Im a tyrant to my own degradation
The bittersweet animosity of false hope
Like watering a blossom in hopes of a willow
My self-pity only absent in my dreams
had i wished they where nightmares not long ago
Strangled with fists and stains my pillow bears quotes i suffocate through
That quote
Go to bed
He’s not thinking about you
When you love someone, but that love is not returned.
You know this as a fact ,yet you still torment yourself by hoping
