You were fixing my shoelaces, before we could go. A journey together, a lifetime to compose. You and I were so happy, you held my hand as we start hearing the jury.
We don't care what people say, as long as we always know what we want, together that lasts a day, where our eyes lay, into each others' hearts before the day we shed tears while facing our fears.
I am into you, and you are into me. I'll rephrase the sentence because you'd rather be, fixing someone's shoelaces and walking away from me, with the person you chose than to stay with me.
Riding in a journey, that you're tired already. We're not yet in the middle of the road, wherein I'll tell you that I am ready, ready to take you to heaven you see. But now, you've left the car, and I shed tears when you were so far, I've thought you'll be so close, but cannot be reached by my hand, because your heart said to reprimand.
The shoelaces you've cut were kept, kept in a memory in my mind, in my history, I've sealed the smiles you've shared and the stories you've written, because maybe in an another life, you'll see me again, waiting for your return.
The return that you'll see me happy fixing somebody's shoelaces.
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Mischief of Pain
PoetryI wrote a pieces of my misery in this book, don't judge with what you will read because as further as I update some shit out here, you won't like what to see. I don't need sympathy, I need readers who will understand me, because in this beautiful wo...
