Words speak
What the soul hides
And the soul hides
Behind my eyes
It sees all
Drinking it all in
Feelings left unsaid
Thoughts left un-thought
Just a day ago
All I wanted to do was nothing
And all I ever wanted was a slice
Of that beautiful reality
But I'm hungry for cake
I crave for a pie
I crave for Pi
I crave for transcendence
I have a choice to make
And another tomorrow
Maybe two more, the day
After that
But what if I sit here
And wait
Scared out of my wits
Of regret
Regret is scary
He's big, he's soul crushing
He cripples hope
By just existing
This too shall pass
This everlasting night
Shall turn warm,
Bright, with colours
And maybe then
I'll be happy again
And maybe then
I'll be warm again
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 4:15 AM UTC
Words speak
What the soul hides
And the soul hides
Behind my eyes
It sees all
Drinking it all in
Feelings left unsaid
Thoughts left un-thought
Just a day ago
All I wanted to do was nothing
And all I ever wanted was a slice
Of that beautiful reality
But I'm hungry for cake
I crave for a pie
I crave for Pi
I crave for transcendence
I have a choice to make
And another tomorrow
Maybe two more, the day
After that
But what if I sit here
And wait
Scared out of my wits
Of regret
Regret is scary
He's big, he's soul crushing
He cripples hope
By just existing
This too shall pass
This everlasting night
Shall turn warm,
Bright, with colours
And maybe then
I'll be happy again
And maybe then
I'll be warm again
I found this unfinished poem of mine, and finished it after 3 years
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