but i think the best option to undo the history is just let go while still being on the boat,
floating and circling in the sea of my saddest tears.
but i hope for the gods of blues never take me away just for the sake of him.
he wrapped me with his fingers with his breakable plans that he thought,
no one would knew the secret spot.
but i don't want the shadow of you disappear,
my mind and heart can't calculate when it finally happens.
should i stop from being alive and comeback as dead again?
or should i keep going just to lead my shattered soul to death?
because nothing makes me feel more alive,
but then you came.
YOU ARE READING
Desperate Nightmares, Old Habits Die: Prose and Poetry
Poetryi live in a poetic life but dying from your poisonous lies. we live in vain, so we drink until we get drunk in our own mistakes and sins. but still making out with the devils, but in the back of my mind, i'm with you - haunting me stunningly.
