I wanted to see the sunrise. Instead I laid in bed and watched as my windows slowly let in more and more light. Maybe tomorrow, I'll watch the sunrise. Maybe tomorrow, I'll crawl out my window. Maybe tomorrow, I'll take pictures of the sunrise and it'll be worth it. I'll always want to see tomorrow even if I dread every second of today. I want to see tomorrow and capture it.
There you are knocking at my heart, I don't know when it started Maybe centuries or was it yesterday? Unknowingly I was being coloured by you. I am unaware of my first wish but now my time flows through you.
There you are knocking at my heart, I am already afraid of the cold days without you. Are you a dream? Maybe a mirage? Because like a lie I am clinging to you.
There's this book in my hands, it's cold, even the ending is sad. I am not insane to smile or read to a sad story. But strangely, I keep opening you up.
I keep reading it page by page, like I would touch the moon. In between the visible lines like there's a secret prayer just for me.
Now I am weeping willow, but I can't close it. Even though this story is like the thousand others, But I secretly keep wishing to the broken stars and dried wishing well, Maybe this one will end differently.
maybe God just God maybe the sea the underworld not water meant to be the air the too much hollowness for a free soul fair the fire the heated blare that makes cold a liar the earth the destined the chosen ground blessened or is it not because from where I stand people are standing alot and a sane man can see the cuts in eyes or in harmed hands and hearted plots maybe God just God maybe I am blind shot
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, sunset west moon flies east? ;]
air planes soar beyond the limits they roar in a longing stare they long disappearing through the clouds and gone arise arose arisen and in my place still frozen wizen they venture the winds purple skied time to blend and wing the moon menaces racing in line glistening afar from the back of a wounded scar archer to the future claiming a bleach where does it go? where does it reach? maybe Saturn not here but the return is there to the node of the belong flying up no fear seems my flight gonna wait for years the waxing gibbous flies and I hope for dreams in the close of eyes
once in fallen October a yellow far than closer maybe more red than what smells older
steps flashback to my death when I tried to find my swept breath maybe ten seconds left my world in mess at the train station still lost in words desperation maybe why I yearn today even for hurt in fascination broken feels hold immortal memories remain unfold maybe ringing phones would again shiver me in cold
in your stare felt like I was there maybe letters I missed from gazes tripping down the stairs backs embrace more than a lover's torn trace maybe how sometimes I forget your face when I swear to get rid to not show my heart stops acting in slow maybe longs paled my color once upon a time ago
never mine older than wine maybe a one tasted moment time drained my soul and called me helplessly see you living selfishly maybe all in my head in hope of the real of my fantasy
maybe the don't leave was a mumble created maybe honey drips cut like knives invaded maybe sweet carries of lots an essence when devastated