The rose petals began to melt onto the floor,
Wax figures dancing my favorite song,
My shoes outgrowing me as I try to slip in,
and I fall through the hole in the ground.
Deeper and deeper it went,
I saw you,
and her,
and myself
My body falls onto the hard concrete floor,
making the whole world shake.
I wake up to see the blurry lines written on my walls,
“It was optimistic of me to believe
That I was meant to be happy.”
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 4:06 AM UTC
The rose petals began to melt onto the floor,
Wax figures dancing my favorite song,
My shoes outgrowing me as I try to slip in,
and I fall through the hole in the ground.
Deeper and deeper it went,
I saw you,
and her,
and myself
My body falls onto the hard concrete floor,
making the whole world shake.
I wake up to see the blurry lines written on my walls,
“It was optimistic of me to believe
That I was meant to be happy.”