these hours that not every thought has been taken by everyone else yet
these are the hours,
where the demons come out
to every story,
there's always 2 sides
the lie which he'll make himself believe
or
the truth that will take time to unfold
it's up to me to move on
and
it's up to you to apologize
but i know that
you never will
and
i am okay with that
the more i grow up,
the more i realize i was just a teenager going thru a faze that took years to realize that it was stupid
these hours are time to reflect
was this a lesson
or something i had to go thru to build thicker skin
i guess i'll never know
i wanna escape sometimes,
but there's no one to run to
it's either time will tell
or
your fate is sealed
secrets don't stay secrets forever
YOU ARE READING
what's out there ( a poetry story )
Poetrydeception is never ending, but so is the reality of my life read pay attention focus to every word i say welcome to your chapter
