"I have a graveyard in my room, every piece of my life ends there and I was hoping, for once, you'd be the survivor...I was wrong." -Light Ci
It's all the things I wish to say but I lack the words to express,
All the things I wish to give, but I lack the heart to call my own,
I stopped wishes and genies
Airplanes and paper folds long ago,
I stopped the staring at ceilings, at dark skies
Drawing your features into my memory.
I simply stopped, like you did
Without warning, without caring.
It's all things I wish to do but have no courage to
Take a plane, build a train
Just to get to you.
I simply stopped, because trains sink in waters
And paper planes fly too high in the skies.
It's the thing I say to the moon
That I wish it could reach you,
The tears that only stars are witness of, I wish to bottle them up,
The part of my heart that remained,
To stay human, to live the days,
That part remaining untouched.
Unbroken.
That part I mistook and gave to you
That part, in hell fire you threw,
Because of all the things you did?
No, Maybe of what I did.
And I am stripped of emotions
For you have taken them all, Good or bad,
You consumed it all.
I keep a close watch now
Upon this heart of mine,
If I ever find you again
I know I will
All the things I'd wish to say
Would be washed away,
For time's the sword and your infinities are the slayers.
Time's an archer, and your promises the poisoned arrows.
It's all the things I wish to say, but you never bother to hear.
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Life Thoughts' Pot
Short StoryLife thoughts' pot is a little virtual jar, holding the thoughts of ordinary people about extraordinary illusions of life, chapters aren't linked, for each story has a unique thing to say.
