JINXED.....
Some people are born lucky
While some are not!
I know I am the latter,
But a part of me kept believing,
Kept hoping,
Kept wishing,
That maybe perhaps I am lucky,
But.... I'm not
So here's to the moment where everything becomes loud and clear.
All of my questions. My thoughts and my memories.
Here's to them all screaming at me.
Here's to the moment that only reaffirmed to me, what I already knew,
That luck is a real thing,.
That some people were born with it, while some weren't
Some people are born to laughter, while some to pain.
Some born in light, so golden it makes everywhere shimmer
While others are born in nights with no stars.
Some are born with colorful wings, to light their path,
while I was here, left to wander the starless, black night.
But not anymore!!, I'm tired!
I'm done!!!
Done searching for a desperate need of light.
Cause I have now realize that any beam of light I yearn for, every time I came close, the light shuts off!!
Every fucking time, killing me slowly, till I'm no more
YOU ARE READING
Diary of a broken heart
PoetrySometimes even the strongest people break down ! Most times the ones that appear strong are the most broken !! Is this a cry for help?? No
