{{ Inspired by the movie Revolutionary Road }}
Do you think that's how life is?
It's like a face of death, but it comes out in a delicate way to say, "it's what happens when you become his."
Let's get married, have a kid or two,
let's act like this was what it was supposed to be; what we've always wanted to do.
But that wasn't anything near to being the truth,
I've always been so selfish, I wanted to remain my youth.
I'm sorry, my love seemed to be a lie,
I never wanted to hurt you, trust me.. I'd rather die!
Or maybe even go a thousand miles up high as I spread my wings and... fly...
I didn't need to express sympathy in a long wedded vow,
but in a flash of light, I'd agree to fulfill my commands and bow.
When I sheltered myself on my own,
I realized that it seemed to be I was stuck in some sort of an abnormal cone..
Whether I were to lose you, or lose me...
it's nothing I'd ever want to hear, or even see!
But being in solitary is like being at home,
although it's like a lovely as well as an isolated dome..
My fingers can tap across a knife stabbing each soul of flesh
as I ironically save myself for dear life.
That's the last thing I saw,
my very first sketch, the ones that I would draw
because it was like everything was nonexistent but my paw.
I have finally gone to rest,
but what I love is what I detest.
It's like the sharp stone that's so fearfully difficult to swallow,
but I do because it's my belief that I destinely follow.
I look across the distance as my thoughts run around so fast,
my lips form a smile in my life as my first but also my last.
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Mellifluous Murmurs
Poetry❁ Freedom is allowing the crisp air to guide you through this forest we can call society. ❁