BTS poetry [I'm a sad drunk]

[Airplane Pt.2] Pt.3

| No matter what anyone says. |

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We lay on the clouds, a soft bed. We act as though we'll never end up falling, as if we'll never get too heavy and break under the immortal, irreversible, heartbreaking reality of this world. We can't fall. I will console those of which never made this far. I'll bring them above the clouds. No matter what anyone says, continue to fly. I look up now, this is my place, this is where I want to be.

I don't know how to stop.

I don't know how to breath.

I don't know how to fail.

I can't bring myself to say these things. I'm stuck above the clouds with no escape. Everyday I'll go on TV and act cute, I'll flex about the money I have. I act like I actually have that money. I'm stuck in this mirror that was painted. Why can't I tell people about the important stuff, why can't I be honest?

This is what people wan't.

If they wan't a lie so badly shouldn't you be trying to make it real before they find out? I'm tired. I feel like I'm gonna die. I can never stop traveling. In my sleep it seems to still corrupt my dreams too. You're the ones who gets a benefit from whatever social media decides to do this time. You're better at playing celebrities than us. Why don't you try it out?

We can be the mariachis playing at your wedding.