Is there no right time for me?
It's because I get high strung
When I'm lost and I'm wandering
Why don't I give myself a chance?
So where do I start when I'm falling apart?
There's no way to figure it out
No way it could be practical
Even if I'd planned
Now I'm setting with the sun,
Its warmth has left me
Getting pulled down with the gloom,
I'm feeling empty, in the dark
With the last shadows fading within the dusk
It's agony driving my sanity,
And I got nowhere to go
Could it get any worse
It feels hopeless, but I know
If there is no way
Give me time in the moonlight
leaving me all alone
I'm basking in its gentle glow
Until I know I'll be ok, even if it hurts
Given time, that won't change
There's no way to predict
It's the road of the brokenhearted
So why do I go down it every time, who knows
And if there'd been a way
I'd have found it with the time I've searched
I would drown out the blues
Getting the best of me is a cruel idea
Tragic how in daylight life sulks in dark heartache, and I'm still awake
Leaving me up at night to think I failed
Shouldn't I be at peace?
Making my way, living in sunlight, it shows
The shadows follow me wherever I go
I'll still find my way
Without knowing directions, until it's time to choose
Walking off in the distance there will be another muse
Through mourning, the same roads lit up by the dawn
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PoetryRandom poems, nothing special. It's more of a hobby when I'm bored or have something on my mind. It's just a bunch of stuff I originally put up on mirakee. There's more on there than here because I get lazy to put it here. You can find me @ see_less...
