Everything seems worthless
not reachable at all.
Worthless like our last kiss
So far away from now.1
So take it slow and let me breathe
Watch my tears flow; the down pour
I'd rather be stuck on the stained floor
I'd rather disappear
than go through this again; than stay here.2
Maybe I don't want to get better.
To suffocate, remain like this till the end. Forever.
Maybe I do want to smile and cry at the same time.
I'd rather disappear
than go through this alone
Your house was never my home.
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interesting
This obviously outlines your true feelings about things. That's ok and it was written well but maybe something a little lighter..... or just something that does it in a more subtle way, such as a short story. I look forward to reading more of your adventures.....good luck for now, best wishes! Lokka -
hmm
maybe i don't want to get better?
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Oh, but it's so sad. As I have been finding lately. Love does have two faces and I am understanding that. You did a beautiful job with the flow, the first stanza really slipped by with such grace. Almost musical in my mind. Great work!






