so i made this. im gonna base a book off of it.
Everyday is the same
All the time we spent in the darkness
and all the things we thought could never come to pass
Everday you think "this is it"
I wonder whats the meaning of that lie
but when confronted with the truth it will only be perceived as a lie,
living in a world of lies;
but there is just so much worse that i dont care
so the less i see, the less i know
maybe being blind is what kept me here, afraid of the world bigger than my hand
What happened to me?
The way i looked at you
and the way you looked at me
tears escaping your gorgeous eyes,
running down your soft skin
i wanted nothing else but to hug you
so will you keep me here so i can keep you there?
not living in the present, but tired of living in the past;
we will walk hand in hand only looking at the future
alone together
but yet again i still ask myself
if being blind is what kept me here