the sun on my window refuses to set
overcast, still
and raindrops from yesterday's drizzle
remain wet.
weather is still normal,
unchanged
as if i am in a photo and only i could move.
though once the cigarette is lit,
time starts passing again
like an old friend leaving you slowly.
if ever he comes back,
i won't ask him to stay again
because the world is cruel,
i am beaten,
and time's the only friend
you want to leave
to heal.
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 1:54 AM UTC
the sun on my window refuses to set
overcast, still
and raindrops from yesterday's drizzle
remain wet.
weather is still normal,
unchanged
as if i am in a photo and only i could move.
though once the cigarette is lit,
time starts passing again
like an old friend leaving you slowly.
if ever he comes back,
i won't ask him to stay again
because the world is cruel,
i am beaten,
and time's the only friend
you want to leave
to heal.
