writing is a time to spill your heart out in text, and you don't even care what people think about it, because only you actually get it. |
The darkness swallowed me whole,
gasping for air...
Hate boiling to the top
with every slip of the truth that comes out from...
The room remained chilled,
filled with words left unspoken...
Stop
Movement...
Done.
finished...
I was right,
i was right...
I wait, and wait even longer
waiting to catch a glimpse of your face one last...
Just remember,
don't get your hopes up...
Moments without you,
nothingness fills me...
Writing is a drug. It keeps you up at night, and once you start on it, nothing can stop you. |