When I was longing for a freedom
You, an angel
Came and offered me a deal
Your caring hand
Your compassionate stare
Your gentle voice
How could I say no?
Without any hesitation I jumped
I took your hand and hope for the best
I believe you would set me free
I believe we would aim for the sky
I believe,
You gave me wings so I can fly
I believe,
I don't have to suffer anymore
I believe,
a dawn is coming
Yet why is it so dark in here?
At first, I enjoyed the darkness
It felt so personal and intimate
I felt like I finally belong to someone
I felt welcomed, I felt accepted
This is what I've always wanted
But is it though?
Is this really freedom?
Or am I actually enslaved?
Wings? Shackles?
Dawn? Dusk?
Which one is it?
Hello? Yes, it's me.
No, I'm just wondering...
Are you an angel?
Because you made me felt like I'm above the clouds.
Tee-hee.
Or are you the devil?
YOU ARE READING
dusk
PoésieWhere I pour my thoughts and emotion. May or may NOT reflect my personal experience. Perfect for late-night reading! I guess...
