I am tired of writing
For I know, it will always be for you
I am sick of words
Suffocating and overwhelming
Too sharp, too pointless
Overflowing, never ending
Poesy, artsy, but will never be for me
Will this change my existence?
If I stop writing, will it ever be the same like
Loving without a lover
Living with no one to live for?
If I stop, will I no longer remember you? Will
Today just be another day?
Even the Earth will still revolve
Nothing will change
Does it matter?
Eternity will flash before our eyes
Vast darkness and vulnerability
Encaged in our hearts
Reality will never be escaped again
You will never exist
That is why I write
He will live again
I will write again and again
Now even if I get tired of writing, or even waiting for you
Gone was the pain because you will live again
If I stop, will it end everything?
—Read all the first letters of every line.
YOU ARE READING
Pretensions and Poetries
Poetryaren't you afraid? smiles are already pasted on your lips lies are stuck upon your tongue masks are swallowing your face aren't you afraid of pretending to yourself? A collection of poetries, pretension and the likes.
