Lurking under the wooden panels of your floor
Is something nobody would hope for
Wisps of promise and compromise are nothing but hidden deceit
Willing you to give in to the deep
Gnawing and eating at your soul
Paranoid, not knowing if you're ever going to get peaceful sleep
But as long as you believe in it
As long as you hope for somebody to wisp it away
Love will seek and destroy you
YOU ARE READING
Believe
PoezjaThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...
