It's not just bout the tears I suck in every day it's the tsunami of emotions that I left astray others' dreams that I carry on the heaviness leaves me paralized for the burning anger towards people which often leaves me critisized
it's not just bout the tears I suck in every day it's the urge of stabbing myself that I ignore , everyday the heart spoke nothing but utter nonsense so I left it in the dark alley that I escorted my way from only to find a never ending loop hole thus I— again find me here looking into nothingness i have seen this darkness somewhere oh- it was that day the day moon didn't shine as if it was tethered in the sky as if it would break out any moment but it stood firm like any other day because it knew it's not how it ends the after life exists despite the palpable emotions it knew god has better for it or it was just my lunatism that pictured me on the dark moon the reflection I had been running from forever
it's not just about the tears I suck in every day its the soul in my past that I betrayed If it lived more than it did It wouldn't let me bid it away Braided smiles held captive The drugness of nothingness ignorance for my dreams the agonizing tar that coloured it black it's all what distincts the soul in me from the soul in past only if it lived more than it did it wouldn't let me die before my destined death.
I see his memories withering away as the time passes away I sit by myself every night thinking what have I must done right that his vulnerable soul is safe and sound away from the pain, now that I'm not around
As I carress the small rusty chest open it knowing I ainʼt ready for the rest taking a brief look at shiny shards lying inside broken and apart I take out the biggest one and scream not wanting to realise how long I have been doing this to me it reflects his smile and our happy dreams leaving me in chaos Did we even meet Did he even leave I hold the jewel and press it against my chest thrusting it deeper in my heart I cry, I scream I laugh, I bleed My bloody hands reach after another piece but realise that even moon went to sleep
I pull it out of my heart not really caring bout the deep scar because I know when I'll see his memories withering away as the time passes away I'll carress the rusty chest open it knowing I ainʼt ready for the rest. ♡solo
If I could take a brush and paint the mountains and the moors, I would splash the hillsides yellow and cover them in gorse. I'd take the finest needle and the darkest thread of green And sew a line of bracken along the landscape. In-between
I'd lay a purple carpet of wild heather in the dells And fringe the edge of all the woods with their pretty lilac bells. I'd merge the bracken with the heather, mix their colours like the sea, A green and purple ocean on my own rich tapestry.
Then I'd take a ball of soft, white wool and stitch a mass of daisy chains Around the lush green meadows and up the sides of winding lanes. I would stencil on the marshes, just like pure white china cups, Some fragile water lilies and by the ponds, sweet buttercups.
I'd mix orange, reds and yellows planting poppies wild and free Onto nature's coloured canvas, my own rich tapestry.