This place I used to hide in
Is now locked up
He built his fortress back up
His arms are no longer my heaven
It's like I'm stuck underwater
I'm holding in my breath
Oh, what I would do to be home again
Cracks all over sidewalks
Same ones in my voice
As I stand on the side of the road
A side character to the life I wanted mine
I fail to merge with the flow
I failed to hop in at the right time
Like a broken down car, waiting for a towA small fight turned into a storm
It swept away feelings
And everything in its wake
Shook the foundations to their core
Tore to pieces the last strands of us
Burned my skin at the last turn
To the point of no return
The aftermath is made up of fallen dreams
And indistinguable wreckage once called loveAs if it weren't enough
A rain of stones pour over my head
Doubts and regrets overpowering me
What more could I have done
To compromise myself better in his life
I know I can be reckless at times
But I wanted so badly to be his
A small fight turned into a storm
It swept away feelings
And everything in its wake
Shook the foundations to their core
Tore to pieces the last strands of us
Burned my skin at the last turn
To the point of no return
The aftermath is made up of fallen dreams
And indistinguable wreckage once called love
Oh, what I would do to be home again
I know I can be reckless at times
But is it worth to dwell on this wreck?
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This Is Everything I Didn't Say [EN]
PoetryI write stories about me, about people I meet, about those I wish I met and about the few I dream of. These are the secrets of my silence, in the form of lyricism and in the shape of verses. The first poems you read might make you laugh (although I...