spilling water to blur down my sad sight because that's what you do when your life is a fallen tree. they say they'd wait for you endlessly but when you emerge from your room they were blasting their heads above the clouds. you were always a poetic bean who expects too much from night skies and think that the love you gave is a mutual vantage but you were always a sack of foolery. you always found another soul and pathetically boost confidence to ensure that your love is not the heavier load, but the fact will always be the true stem. you see him like sunwake yet the one you love sees you like a dried ground inside a secret frown. how about if you stop writing words like they're worth your metaphors? you always write sad lines but when someone asks you how you feel then you'd laugh it off and say "i'm fine."
