There was just your story and my story.
I’m sorry for saying I love you in songs that you will never hear. When you stared at me, I wanted to take the stars from your eyes so that you could grasp the raw honesty of who I really am.
that bouquet of roses in the garbage
have you seen the girl crying at the corner of her bed
Is she sleeping with her ex
has she gotten that text
she had been waiting for
the last two weeks
It’s past ten
Is she sleepy
Is she still waiting
what does she want
I’ll give it to her
have you seen her
I’ve been looking
to find her
whisper empty promises
in the nights
her soft caress
innocent and pure
my cold heart
craves for the warmth
of her flawless skin
I’ll give her all of my cold heart
and when I do
I need her to believe
to believe in me once again
She is somewhere
hiding in the corner
I want her mine
and I want more than her
She is probably wondering who I really am
I’m the guy she broke herself for
she probably forgot me
she had probably
already moved on
maybe she doesn’t even
maybe she is yet to meet me
maybe I left her without knowing
what I had to lose
maybe she’s waiting for me
I still want more of her
I’m coming back for her
She is hollow inside
she is wondering who emptied her heart
who took it with him
trapped it in a bottle with the others
have you seen her
If you see her
please tell her
she needs a little light
tell her it was me
I lock the door and I lock myself from the rest of the world. Or at least things used to be that way.
It’s a well plotted fib for immature teenagers like me. Whenever I had a bad day or whenever I was in a bad mood, I used to lock myself in my bedroom and never come out, thinking, that way, I could escape from the harsh conditions of the real world.
I would wish to just stay in there forever, to never ever have to come out.
What I then do the whole time I’m in my bedroom is sleep. Yes. It’s actually a very good way of escaping reality. And when I wake up, I would force myself to sleep again.
Dreams could be nightmares, but most of the time they are better than reality.
And you know what, people grow up. One day, I actually have grown enough to know that sleeping it out won’t change things.
Things are gonna be the same when I wake up, and no matter how much I push myslef back to sleep, it will still be the same when I wake up again.
And I will eventually have to come out of my room because I’m human and I get hungry too, and worse, I would have to make up for all the time I spent sleeping.
It took a lot of bad days and sleep for me to build up enough courage to not lock myself in my room the next time.
Life is like a huge slap in the face. You are forced to let go of your childhood pipe dreams more than one at a time.
You’re not gonna be an astronaut when you grow up.
to the time I found out Santa Claus was long dead.
I swear, life is a real heart breaker.
Fairytales are fairytales, fantasies are fantasies, life is not a movie.
The reality of the whole thing dawned on me one day, and I would go to sleep wishing it would be different when I wake up.
Everyone has to grow up at some point in their lives.
With the overpopulation today, imagine how all the people managed to rise above the wretched days puberty brings.
PS: Dear Kid, don’t let the bullies bite.