i cried and searched for the lost things,
i watched and played the replay button.
but i lie down in bed to think about what don't really matters.
a month moves so fast, moments won't ever last.
candles of lives that i don't now recognize, engraved in my mind but not in the heart.
but the braves thing i ever done was to be a liar and be a pretender— just like he did to me.
and the moon is always here to shine,
like the gin you mixed with my tears that ruled the parts of my body.
and just like that, i woke up— they are all gone.
just like my feelings for them too.
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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.
