Written by: Me
"In the dead silence of despair the sound of my only hope can be heard.
Only to see it fading, taking the the light it brought with it.
Our promises turn to scars, like our rivers turn to storms.
Let me get lost in the universe, as whispers echo through the ages the screams are ignored.
We talk but no one's listening, but once we remain silent they'll listen.
For dancing with no music, the soul takes the beat.
The shadows turn to dreams as our hearts are in sync.
And in my dreams the storm shakes my soul, and my sleepwalking is just me wondering helplessly.
And as I drown in my own pain, that's where tragedy becomes my reality.
I'll keep running to your demons for your angels hold knives behind their backs, you Crystal clear eyes only see the opaque side so your life was never to bright.
Everyone is falling while I am holding in to nothing, but nothing can be done if I keep seeing perfectionism in mistakes while seeing mistakes in something so perfect."
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The Little Things
PoetryA collection of poems, quotes, stories, and thought provoking paragraphs. Some are my very own work and others have been spoken to me in a time of need that I related to so closely and that help me so much that I just can't wait to share them with...
