My soundtrack. My life.
It's a broken record of simple delights.
The rythem of a bass that influences the patterns in my brain. The raining spring. And flowers sing. Story time? Just my mind. I thought I was cool this whole time. Wannabe hipster, party of me. So sick of this skin. Maybe rebuild it and start again. Fake plastic watering can. I keep tripping. Silver spinning. I keep day dreaming. Moonlit sky. The birds and beasts chirp and lie. I keep meeting people and don't know who you are. A name? A face? Make sure you look pretty. One day you'll be erased. Hooded soldier, hopeless wanderer. Blackened eyes. Can't believe their lies. You were right. I have no use. That day when you yelled and screamed, calling me worthless I believed in your words. Sadness turned to anger and bitter was the taste. I grew up real quick and faded into those ways. I can't keep this in. Emo poetry, where do I begin?