Living lies
Live in lies...
Friday.
Skin wet from heaven’s cries...
I cry.
For all the pieces of me I gave...
Sometimes she lies awake playing different...
Mindless scenarios that feel real, an escape from...
She stared at her ceiling
Wondering waiting...
Moments. |
Sometimes hope is false. It makes us hold onto to things, people, places that should have been left behind yesterday. |
I used to think words were so powerful. |