Wrong

Branching out to the world hurts and sores the calmest limbs
Each step is held back by the clutches of others' opinions
It is the worst when you turn to either way and find that your own nemesis is yourself
The mistery lies on how can one hold so much evil?
Enough to push every piece of love away and trash it to be alone
Enough to make loneliness a permanent possibility
Shattering to the floor
Leaving it all to crums
Its the start of a new beggining
The renaissance of a better structure
One that would perfect me as well as you

But now I'm scared, not hurting myself but of hurting you
I can deal with my own pain in my own time
but how do I refuse your love if I need it so much,
When I'm this broken in the inside?





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