There comes a time
In everyday,
Where sense of reality
Withers away,
In hours or seconds-
Days or years,
Your soul will awaken,
Along with your tears.
Red as the roses
And weeping like willows,
The windows start crying
While your lungs start to billow.
But when this time comes,
And you cant get away,
Please stick around
For at least one more day.
I know things are hard,
But they will be okay,
Please let down your guard,
We will make it someday.
E.M Pearson
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC
There comes a time
In everyday,
Where sense of reality
Withers away,
In hours or seconds-
Days or years,
Your soul will awaken,
Along with your tears.
Red as the roses
And weeping like willows,
The windows start crying
While your lungs start to billow.
But when this time comes,
And you cant get away,
Please stick around
For at least one more day.
I know things are hard,
But they will be okay,
Please let down your guard,
We will make it someday.
E.M Pearson
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