do i ever cross your mind?
do i ever cross on your every eyesight?
does that bedsheet still make you blind?
does my last phrase stuck still in your every fight?
does the eleven-eleven thing still you be wished?
every countdown you thought you could fix
3, 2, 1, your heartbeat stopped in the same doorway you pleased
does her love give you the same feels?
been a rush, my fault
for the sake of a hush, it had to be yours
as taylor said you would come back to me
sure thing, it couldn't be a future tense
barely made it
a bit more space and faith
but solely, again, honey,
i dodged the warning;
determining a peace for two
would never be a dream come true
you promised me the light
but i was left unguided
you promised me a forever
but we were the worst we could ever
he said he couldn’t breathe,
so they took his last breath
I’m so sick of feeling like it’s never going to stop. It needs to stop. It’s exhausting to know that everyday social injustice keeps happening and now that something is being done about it, everyone is ******. When I can raise my sons and daughters and not fear for their life. Only then, will I be satisfied.
i'm going to let this stretch
that when it breaks
won't be too much
these days are hard for us
to be unmistaken
thought we got lost in the rush
or merely we’re not yet awaken
rise and recline
all the way stuck in this cycle
satisfied and then brood over
just as fast as the eyes-goggle
have been metamorphosed
turn into something immortalised
you expect the perfection
i expect the acception
what a negotiation
The Morning Glory starts to bloom
The day after tomorrow comes briskly
Meaningful day for the gardener
Yet it goes within silence
No words is spoken
Not even from his precious