And now what?
Why I feel like this?
I can't stop me at all.
I'm getting better than before but still...
Dreaming awake.
Living breathless.
Hoping a poisonous kiss and a mortal hug from both your dead lips and flaming arms.
I can't lie to me.
I can't lie to you.
My feelings can't contain themselves anymore.
I'm scared of the truth behind your eyes.
What if we aren't the same?
What if we aren't ment to be one?
What if this, what if that...
Life is so injustice sometimes.
She puts people in our way like knifes.
And the worse is we are agree with the stabs.
Not knowing we lost part of us with every scar.
Can one scar stab another one?
Can you stab me?
In my world we are hurting ourselves.
But my world is so small in comparison with yours.
Every time I try to comprehend your world I blow up like an atomic bomb.
There are thousands of thoughts inside me, but there are millions inside you.
I'm willing to drown in your ocean,
Even if there's no coming back.
Sigh, I'm so confused.
I can't choose my path.
I can't see how I feel
I'll just flow with the corrent...
...and hope I find the shore...
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A Fighter's Sigh
PoetrySome strange feelings written in sadness, happiness, love, hate, and all the feelings we can't explain. Please pardon my English.