I open myself
and pour my soul out
grasping at wind
and grabbing at bits of passing clouds
Missing the figments
loving a dream
waking to find a nightmare
disguised as reality
I know now why hope
was the last to exit
Pandora’s box
It's the worst she had to offer
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC
I open myself
and pour my soul out
grasping at wind
and grabbing at bits of passing clouds
Missing the figments
loving a dream
waking to find a nightmare
disguised as reality
I know now why hope
was the last to exit
Pandora’s box
It's the worst she had to offer