Seemingly hiding
But there's bout their
             home
Place they grew up
To achieve their own throne
Covered by sorrow
Like pine or
                     thy leaves
Never a hussle
After it pours to the
                                   seems

Careful little paths
          up
Some      and some
                                  down
Sleep all dressed up
but it's just a night gown
Care for each other
Cleanse one another
But its not a
                      lover
Just preseance of one's brother
Bright of the morning
one  lovely  symphony
Thy birds in a tree
As          as
      calm     can be

And I glaze the mirror
Asking myself
How could've he liked a girl like me?
Chubby cheeks, sunburned nose
Crooked eyebrows and ears,
that don't hear most
Hanging eyebags, sad doe eyes
and some teeth, which I despise
All in all, but it's no suprise
Loving one like me
Is as hard as it can be

You know I don't have a gun
To point at my own head
But there's other ways to
On the bright of one morning
Be declared dead

As I stare at my reflection
Oblivious to what I see
Because the only problem in my life
Is actually just me

The baggy jeans linger over my legs
And I can't live without cigarettes
The scars on my body
The cuts aren't deep
Maybe just enough to keep me asleep

I need a smoke
Perhaps one day I'll be brave enough
To reach my own home

The need to close my eyes
And shut my naïve mind
from believing those stupid lies

The cloud retreats my mouth
Tomorrow I'm moving south
Or maybe just buy another pack
That's just enough to fulfil my lack