every day gets harder.
every night gets colder.
each prayer is wasted on one boy.
all my dreams are becoming distant.
the light is fading.
the colors bleeding.
everyone around me says i've lost it.
i'm losing my touch.
that smooth, deep poetic attitude
towards life and whats around me.
and they may be right,
but i never wanted to be this way.
i wanted to be me, and i was.
but the sunrise now keeps me away
from feeling empty.
the sky burns beautiful colors
and each one is reminiscent
of the night you said you'd stay another day.
dont worry, i'm not losing myself.
this is just the beginning.
you have no idea what i'm cooking up this time.
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3 comments:
this is good.
but i still didn't know what you were cooking up the first time xD
ahaha. theres a reason for that.
;]
;] haha i'm sure you're right.
whatever it is i'm sure it's grande. xD
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