To die old n alone is the future I see... I do not believe anyone here could possible truly enjoy me... There's a difference in others n I... N most that look my way do not understand the feeling that resides... So by my lonesome I foresee my future sitting by myself... A hopeless romantic that turned on emotional help... In it for the long haul to sit in the silence of solitude... With no hand to guide me through the night that lingers with a flame on the move... It's gonna be a peaceful void to claim such a deep heart gone unused by luv... As the end will come closer than the feel of touch... It will be the one thing I chose to ensure how an other shall never leave me again... My face will not give hope to anyone to deceive me as my biggest fan... Hearing no whispers crawling upon pillow tops reaching for my ear... Living with the only thing I'll every know n that I fear... One in which hurts beyond words can ever express... Speaking in the darkness of things I could never confess... As the final days my eyes will ever see will shed jus one individual tear... Having become someone who was willing yet fell in the mirror... Finding the one true friend that refuses to turn on my worth... For the belief in someone luv'n me will lay in the dirt... Gone n buried with the lone secret my desires so rarely had the option to enjoy... Within my shell as still as the eye of a storm is the decoy... It'll be the front no one will ever see in depths scorn... Abused by self to remain a drifter for the safety of the mind... Unable to forget how everyone that comes along tends to lie...
No comments:
Post a Comment