Stupid Things
Crowded minds,
Heavy rings,
Pretending like Im the knight,
And You are the queen,
But you had stop since
And you had diamond rings,
Money things
Its funny how,
People change easily,
Flows of greed
Pour down heavily
Like a rain in Havana
Just like the moment when people
Started asking my name,
Tried to run from my past
Try to hide my shame,
Deep in the sand,
To play the life game
And lost in the chase of fame
''Kechik''
I take it,
''Sky''
I guess its a Lullaby,
Cause Im so good in saying goodbye,
And running away from myself,
To hide myself and to not stare in your eye,
Life's been hard,
Been working in street
to be curse at,
Been working in convenient store
to be laugh at
To open a side Chinese shop
to be stare at.
To run away from life,
Hiding away in Shade,
from light and reality
To close my eyes,
and hear my own heartbeat,
To die and hears whispers
Die beautifully..
Possibly.
To left a legacy
Is just another gasp,
She's now left me,
Just another memory,
Of what I had become,
To blown away from reality,
To hear, love and maybe some.
No Poetry,
Nor sanity,
Can really change me,
Cause Im not the same,
Nor some game
Nor some Twitter fame
Or those fake girls in Instagram
That can change my name
Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 11:35 AM UTC
Stupid Things
Crowded minds,
Heavy rings,
Pretending like Im the knight,
And You are the queen,
But you had stop since
And you had diamond rings,
Money things
Its funny how,
People change easily,
Flows of greed
Pour down heavily
Like a rain in Havana
Just like the moment when people
Started asking my name,
Tried to run from my past
Try to hide my shame,
Deep in the sand,
To play the life game
And lost in the chase of fame
''Kechik''
I take it,
''Sky''
I guess its a Lullaby,
Cause Im so good in saying goodbye,
And running away from myself,
To hide myself and to not stare in your eye,
Life's been hard,
Been working in street
to be curse at,
Been working in convenient store
to be laugh at
To open a side Chinese shop
to be stare at.
To run away from life,
Hiding away in Shade,
from light and reality
To close my eyes,
and hear my own heartbeat,
To die and hears whispers
Die beautifully..
Possibly.
To left a legacy
Is just another gasp,
She's now left me,
Just another memory,
Of what I had become,
To blown away from reality,
To hear, love and maybe some.
No Poetry,
Nor sanity,
Can really change me,
Cause Im not the same,
Nor some game
Nor some Twitter fame
Or those fake girls in Instagram
That can change my name
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