I always believe I'll write a book
so i would spend time writing
and thinking about you
telling everyone how great you are
things are starting to turn red
the sky are starting to rain red
feelings are slowly breaking down
buildings slowly falling apart
have i lost to him already?
when he smiles all day
while i cry?
have i lost to him already?
while he talks about you
while i can only think of you?
i hate this feeling
of loneliness
i hate this feeling
of overpower
i hate this feeling
of lost love
he tells me
he's happy
i tell myself
I'm sad
in the end
why do i keep writing this poem
when i know in the end
it will be a zero
why do i keep typing out the words
when i know in the end
it will only be words
have i lost already?
can you tell me?
have i lost already?
can you maybe show me?
have i lost already?
can you maybe talk to me again?
