When you try your best but you don't succeed
When your best efforts fall to your knees
When you thought you could make it so you
Could please yourself
In the turn of events, you did please yourself
Whilst everything else around you tumbled
While everything around you
Crumbled to ashes
As ashes,
We fall down
Hoping something will catch us
But still, we sit here
Writing in third person
Cause no one's truly certain
Of what actually happened
We were too busy succeeding in our own accomplishments
To see the problem that has been in front of us all along
YOU ARE READING
47 Hours Without You
PoetryNames kinda weird. It's literally the first thing that popped into my head so yeah. Another poetry book cause its the only thing i'm good at writing. Enjoy!! Also check out my entry for the #toalltheboyscontest : https://w.tt/2NGHDOq
