I had written enough,
I am done with my coffee cups,
to stay awake for that love,
waiting for you to
tap on my shoulder
when I'm trying to sleep,
because it's only you
who I'm tryna keep,
it's only you
who I only open up to,
It's only you,
who I only change Me to,
It's me to change my life to exist,
It's me to change here with you,
in a new folder of life,
seasons by seasons day by day,
it doesn't matter if the days got colder,
when inside I'm over loved, feeling warmer.
I'm trying to show you love,
that I can't explain,
I'm trying to let you read,
so I enjoy the pain,
I was not something to be used,
I was always holding you,
oh damn, I'm always scared
to tell you how I feel,
I always thought we had a love connection type of deal,
oh boy, my songs
can't keep my thoughts silent.
this imagination was
meant for it's better reality,
this room owns you,
those screams weren't made
to do some violence.
this reality is waiting for a change,
stay,
you were the peaceful waves
to my ocean,
before you push me to
the island where
home is dreadful and broken.
I have lotta things to show,
I gotta over try,
my scars
doesn't wanna cry,
blood or due to feeling hurt again.
hold your tears,
we need to fight the light,
we need to keep our eyes open,
before we get lost,
and everything we loose,
gotta be everything's taken.
-ClaryElvis
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the nowhere of believers.
PoetryThis book speaks to people who suffered from the lovely little things, The little things that may slowly destroy us, wether it's before, now, or after. And keep us numb, instead of ignoring all the strength we could have inside. to people w...
