sad how overtime you became
such a stranger to me,
and maybe it wasn't change
but your true colors were finally
so obvious,
how had i not seen?
love is so blinding
such a dangerous thing,
but i realized too late
that i was victim to change too,
my soul is so tarnished,
my mind is too crowded,
inhaling death and drinking poison,
my head is already too lost
in the hazy clouds that hover,
my skin has thinned and eyes
are bloody,
i lost myself,
how could i let that happen?
if only i listened,
bad boys do exist.
YOU ARE READING
silent thoughts
Puisiand her words rolled out like silk from soft, rosy lips, everything lifeless is alive, wilted flowers are risen, the skies are clear, and there is peace - daisies
