they say that simple is best,
that's why its not a surprise
that I feel so complicated...
I stand on top of their bodies
which started from their hands
that remained fruitless
with stunning beauty of a goddess,
Yet, I do not hold any permanent loyalty.
I give them to anyone I see fit,
and you---are not worthy of that luxury;
Sometimes loyalty isn't my cup of tea, they are wasted too many times for me to count.
Summer in the equator,
this fire burning inside me;
I hate it
cool it down;
I'll let go of this pencil
that continues to draw this
head filled with imagination
and bring the endless ache of being
an insufficient being;
in this ideal world
'filled with feelings, pens & paint,'
it irks me that I make no sense
I hate that I'm not perfect like her.
Never to speak
of an audience;
fearing to breathe
as I cry
I had a presentation; Honestly, I just want to curl up in a ball and die;
I cannot speak, I cannot hear
I shall not feel, and I do not think;
For I am a stone,
that is better to be thrown away
I just don't know the problem; Maybe right now, I am too desperate to be liked by people and fill that void of my unknown desires
I hate it.
I noticed that all I talked about
is just myself being lost,
and not about an individual
who is found.
ye skies extended up and above
Clouds, forests, and roses
with its thorns peeking out
Mist of feelings swirling
like a roundabout;
Was I the one who chose to enter,
knowing that there is no way out?
Inside this maze, that leaves me to doubt
Knowing how vast the world is, makes me feel petrified
Yet, I am still in the mind box that I hide inside
I feel that if I take it off;
I'll see the fear and abomination
that always corrupted me on the outside.
So, I chose to stay within the walls of this box;
Instead of going through the fortress pain.
I knew that it has already destroyed me within.
All the roses wither, the flowers fall,
and I see vines over the wall.
The chair where a little girl once sat on;
was tied down by the roots, left to rot away.
Accompanied by bones, and memories of one who was in dismay.
A stranger strolls across the worn-out halls,
Rustle, rustle the leaves say.
Silence screams in his head, with each step forward.
The raindrops fall while tears
plummet to the floor;
Like your façade that affects all.
You came to me out of the blue, didn't you?
You came to me, yet left me so fast.
How could you?
How could you...
I had it as a draft :/