Coming Down
I know what you think. I know that you think, I was useless, a waste of your time. But I still dont know how I am surprised. Somehow you take this to a new extreme. That all I did was make your life so much harder.
Now in this tug of war, back n forth. Its making me so sick and tired. I have no heart, and no soul.
'I know I left with too much mass distrusting, to ever come back to again.' You say behind closed doors.
Now, who's gonna save your soul? With all those lies you told. Ill let this pass. Bite my tongue, so that you think I moved on. Who's going to save your soul, when you took mine. And I know you did a bargin with the devil.
I know one day this will all fall down, and one day, ill be ready. To let go. This is coming down.
Here and now. I shot for the skies, but I'm falling down. I thought this could work. I thought I could fly. You shot my wing, and itll never ever be colorful again.
I was so afraid, to loose. To loose, what I never ever really found. Now ill never know why, I'm stuck on the ground, and never understand how I am drowning.
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PoetryA collection of short/long poems I have written through out the years. Some sad/depressing and some happy.
