i've got an arsenal of artistry i keep loading up different outlets are my weapons and they're filled with my confessions
By lashay3 years ago in Poets
dear friend, your eyes are dead they're hollow and glassed over and they seem to play pretend like you're awake and full of life
the real tragedy is living a life uninspired where our dreams will flow with hollow words begging to be filled but we drown them
on a day like today my eyes softly open to the sunlight peeking through my blinds as the sun gently touches my sleeping face to wake me
the ugly truth about your pain is that it is unique sure, other beings might have gone through a similar situation in the general sense
the nerve you must have to tell me to get out of my head as if the exit signs weren't blindingly bright a blinking neon red
i've died in a room there flowers bloom raised from the depths through the abyss of truths unspoken proof i was here changing and growing
beauty is the mind that wanders the worlds most powerful tool the creation of galaxies each with different suns, stars, and moons
setting up a canvas in the middle of the room sunlight is bleeding through the blinds that illuminate her face as she sleeps
beautiful people get away with everything they mesmerize you taunt and tease they make you believe they are flawless and the rose colored glasses they gently placed upon your eyes
the nighttime is when my thoughts get heavy and the mirrors only make it worse i no longer have any desire to set my feet on the cold, hard floor