#*I’m not sure if I can make it till the finish line
In so many years, I’m trying to be honest for the first time
When the sky turns dark, and the lights go off
I run with my demons –away from people, away from love
Its a ceaseless cycle —of needing to be seen but hiding
Underneath the cold blanket of meaningless conversations
It is not something I am proud of -believe me when I say this
I used to be the girl fantasising my first dance, my first kiss
But now I see how I’ve turned out to be so cold and grey
Because life is funny that way
One day you’re fearless and bright, almost reaching the sky
And the next you’re locked in your room, because nothing now makes you smile*#
Feb 4, 2020
Feb 4, 2020 at 12:59 PM UTC
#*I’m not sure if I can make it till the finish line
In so many years, I’m trying to be honest for the first time
When the sky turns dark, and the lights go off
I run with my demons –away from people, away from love
Its a ceaseless cycle —of needing to be seen but hiding
Underneath the cold blanket of meaningless conversations
It is not something I am proud of -believe me when I say this
I used to be the girl fantasising my first dance, my first kiss
But now I see how I’ve turned out to be so cold and grey
Because life is funny that way
One day you’re fearless and bright, almost reaching the sky
And the next you’re locked in your room, because nothing now makes you smile*#
