The paper airplane on the ground, full of dust.
The dusty piano on the corner of your world.
The raincoat in your attic.
The dusty promises of love, the clear hate and disgust.
They all consume me today,
They make me weep today,
Yesterday when it was too much,
I held my teddy and cried till the darkness fell over.
In my wicked dreams I felt your hand caress me,
like a sweet melody,
it chanted me deeper into the sea.
I don't want to resurface now,
the dreams are sweet and poisonous,
just like me.
I want to feel his love again,
I want to be happy,
I want to make him happy.
But the reality is the night and the dreams, sweet lies.
So i go deeper and deeper in today.
There is no need to breathe,
no need to feel anything.
Just the peace of the night,
the screams for help, no one did hear.
Everything is dirty and dusty,
Everything is at peace.
Our worlds have stopped,
maybe I won't move on.
But the dreamer dreams on and on,
you on one knee,
we together,
happily ever after.
I stopped chasing the sun a while ago,
now my fears chase me.
When I thought love was special,
yes it was,
a love with poison,
the rose with thorns.
His eyes full of disgust on me,
at me,
for me.
the one he hates,
the one he loaths.
But where I dream,
its all pink.
He hugs me and hushes me to sleep,
The dreams are sweet and wicked,
sour and seductive.
When I wake up
he isn't there and so the blues start again.
Hence, I sleep and sleep and sleep till I'm dusty and dirty.
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Oblivion ✔
PoetryEverything I wanted to say, everything that I couldn't. Just honest feelings from a dishonest person. Oblivion: the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening around one. . Excerpt from book: She was the one who brought white flowers...
