These poems represent the scattered pieces of my old self... the part of my journey I'd love to forget... but here for those who can still relate.. I hope that time will bring you a more positive fate.. |
What you told me..
-you told me that I look beautiful without...
Some days..
Being awake doesn't mean being alive...
We're so desperate
to be found...
Basing my life on following this voice
everything is enveloping.. its growing faint...
And with your breath on my face
everything is perfect now...
Hardly living, desperately trying, |
I'm sorry... |
Life is so beautiful |