Isn’t it funny how our own r a c e can be so gullible? A smile can twist the folds of our hearts, lock up the chambers, and throw the key into the mouths of the ocean yet tears drive away the people who swear they will be there for you but all they do is lie, lie, lie. Then they have the audacity to call you a l i a r.
The devils on my shoulders know you by h e a r t, but do you side with them with your s o u l?
I think you do, because you are not who you used to be. Where is it? Where is the person I used to smile at? My smiles are being dipped into the mists of darkness, coming out half dry. You’ve c h a n g e d.
[Do you even know who I am anymore?
Do you know when you’re on my mind, the tears rush down?
Do you know that I wish to be someone else?
To change?
Did we switch roles?]
Where are you?
I wish you were here...
YOU ARE READING
11:11
De Tododear stray eyelashes, ladybugs, dark tunnels, wishbones, dandelions, pennies, shooting stars, 11:11, and birthday candles, when will you do your job?
