We're tryna reach the dream
Won't stop at anything until we win
I guess I realized that we're both the same
Masking it out
laughing it off to conceal the pain
It was happiness
and her love was magic
Soon they opened their mouths
and called the break up tragic
"You're selfish"
"You're not who you were"
She left you
because you decided to focus on your career
You knocked on my door sober
just to ask me
"Am I really that unworthy?"
Now I know how you feel
Now I know
why these feelings you don't ever wanna deal
You work all night
and your fame bloomed
But this new hollow in your eyes
Maybe it all got you too consumed
You always asked,
"Is it worthy living the dream?"
I used to know the answer
but now I guess it was never as simple as it seem.
Funny how I'm going through the same damn thing.
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Two Years Late
PoetryA collection of moments where rhyming was necessary. Short, simple poetry; yet, those who relate - too many. Weird titles for humor, but that doesn't make the poem experience less painful. Those titles are painful to me though. You'll see.
