A gloomy Monday, since when did you learn to say
That I'm lucky to be yours every day
And the words you've said are creeping into my branches
Forever unlively, burned from fire, I became ashes
Everything is dark about what I witnessed
The touch of our skin is something that feels cursed
Every time it gets worse, it feels wrong
To feel that this is unreal, the doubts get strong
Now in every eye I stare, I embrace the glare
I'm blinded by flashes in this infinite darkness
Because this is about what I witnessed
The danger of your words, your stare, your touch, your brightness
It can never be amazing at first glance
But I'm trapped with you every day, and I feel blessed
YOU ARE READING
untrue (we were once real)
PoetryWould I let go if it's close to reality or would I hold on if it's better in my fantasies? With the feeling of regret, I'll never recover if you're the nightmare. Is it real? Is it delusions? Is it UNTRUE?
