I used to sit and want to believe,
That one day you'll think of me.
I sat and used to think of the blooming flowers of life and the simplicity.
The beauty.
Now I'm awakening to the break, not day break but a fracture.
My life of reality.
Beauty and simplicity is no more.
However I sit and blink.
I don't see them no more, though I don't know what I really see.
What is it?
I sit confused and daft.
It's right in front of me.
Though there is no meaning.
No meaning to life.
It's all a blur, it's all ... nothing.
So I sit and think of what to believe in.
Though it isn't me.
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Listening To My Heart - Poetry/Lyrics
PoesíaDuring a time of my life I struggled with certain encounters in my life and I hit literally rock bottom. So during that period of time someone told me that to deal with my issues I should write, I got into writing stories, poetry and even songs. So...