I used to be hopeful...
Hopeful of what's to come.
Feels like forever
Those times have begone...
I feel more and more pretentious
day after day
As I keep telling myself,
a lie,
That is to come...
"That I'll be alright and this'll all change".
I don't want no gold and money,
All I need is some human touch.
As much as I pity myself...
I can't wait for all this to end.
And also as much morbid this sounds
But that's the way I've become.
Nobody's gonna like me for this
I know
So just know,
I wish you the best...
And I'll miss the memories
that is to be made.
YOU ARE READING
shadows over my love letter
Poezja:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:･ﾟ~ COMPLETED ~｡･★,｡･:*:･ﾟ "because when the world was ours, we couldn't find our hearts, and it led us to a lustful swan dance, and with our hands tied up we gave in to our nemesis." (from: shadows over my love letter) My little collecti...
