People get bored easily,
more easily than our heart is willing to admit.
We know everything at some point come to an end
and we do it anyway,
we try anyway
hoping the end will come when our life ends
to taste the beautiful lie of
'till death parts us'.
Till the day someone
becomes the death of us.
YOU ARE READING
We are all on the same boat
PoezjaJust pills of an overthinking mind that thought was a good idea write everything down. We all feel something walking on his earth and we all at some point are face to face with the real world. And, damn, it hits so hard it's hard to breath sometimes...
