19/M/kireaka A hankering for writing is the furnace in me and I want to use it to light up worlds that have been dull and dark 45 followers / 2.2k words
Do l ask Why do l still hope for more? Why do we chase dreams? Dreams that are fatal. Why do we blend with the lies? lies that blind fold the future. Why do we hold back at a certain moment? Why is it hard to find success?
I have nothing left No hinges for support So my world is falling I'm trying to keep in with the strings Am shaking coz my confidence died when you left so each time l see the brushes shaking l can't think it's the wind like maybe there's an animal hidden there trying to come for my blood Your face the prettiest l have ever seen Really how did l end up here Far from being us like we should jump on a train to the day we met leave all that followed normally Escape those that could bring us down I have been thinking about the future you planned for us You said you loved me I'm hoping we can start again I keep knocking at your door still no response I know you hate me really bad I deserve it They say i'm cursed whoever l attach myself to gets hurt So maybe l should keep my distance but the painting on the wall says l should not That's why l'm leaving you this message.
sweet ride, within the poets mind; over hill down dale. a song in your pocket set free on paper wings as you sing and sing again its a sweet ride, over hill down dale a song in your pocket set free on paper wings...