Bleeding poetry fills the pages like ancient Rome was filled with wine. The flowing words never make sense, but at least they're mine. Every line the same lie- Im fine. How long until this kindom will surrender?
Like the Vesuvius hidden in Pompeï. Like a volcano hidden far away. When the volcano erupts, will you stay? And let me hold you strong and tender?
In this kingdom of fire, let me protect you. I will hold you, through and through. Call me your percecutor, that will do. Will you let me be your defender?
This world is dark and full of fire- I see. But it can be beautiful if we want it to be. And as long as you will fight the world with me- One day, we might comprehender.
Just a lil something I wrote while I was bored in class. The grammar is a mess, but I do not give a frick.
I did not say goodnight to you today. I remember a time when I couldn't sleep until I had. But somewhere goodnight became attached to goodbye and now I don't think I mind the silence. I miss those days, when a shred of innocent hope still clung to our clothing. I miss us. Our relationship has changed. I hate change.