I stand at the gates of heaven
Too proud to kneel
In front of the power
Which made me weep.
Always thought I would have a happy ending
Until I remembered
That my story is written in tears
In the age of rage.
I open my eyes again
I come back to life
I set all of our memories on fire
But I can still hear the ashes breathe.
You're still breathing in me
You'll come back to me
I'll try my best not to manifest
But I can't resist because you're the bestest.
The things you'd do for love
And the things I did for love
All of ‘em are crazy
They are going to be the death of me.
I'm so silly and I know it
I'll annoy you till you break your stealth
You say I don't care for you
And here I am, risking my health.
You made flowers grow inside my lungs
And I can't breathe anymore
For I'm no more young and beautiful
It's suffocating to know.
YOU ARE READING
tears on my scars.
Poetrypoetry from the times when i feel dead and alive. i hear the shadows whispering, i feel the inaudible trembling, unwilling to believe, too true to disbelief. -aish
