I wrote a note today. I think it had your name, call it a letter. Wrote everything i believed was good in you. I believed. I witnessed. I folded it away. I kept it with me for a while. Read it aloud to myself when alone. Read it so many times, the page looks a century old. Theres a Watermark almost everywhere. I'm guessing those are my tears. Folding it for the last time. One last read. Check. One final look. Check. Grabbed for a match stick. Burned it down. Check.
Was thinking to myself, why read about you? When i can't have or see you. Whenever i wish. Whenever i will. Can't talk or sit. With you. Someplace. Quite. Peaceful. Lovely. Why not?
Cuz everything in life has a drawback. You never get what you want. Well not usually, i bow to your friendship. I know deep down my heart, i'll never be over you. I'll never see you again. I can never have you. I. Hate. This.
Things aren't usually the way you want them. If they are for you. I say make no mistake in living the moment. Bad times linger. Bad times leave marks. Whether a broken heart, or a broker hand, or a wound or a gash.
From infinite to the point where our pain starts, unbalanced and uncoached.
Not prepared for the rough bumpy road. Yet life give you no seatbelts. Falling off is death. Holding on is hope. Cloaking your eyes and facing the facts is courage and sheer stupidity. Never works. Never will. Never has. A stupid note got me thinking, well i wont call ut stupid anymore, got me thinking how someonemight not have done anything great for you but yoy still owe them alot. Owe them moment of happiness in times of cry. You owe them sloppy smiles played, alone inside your room. Little do they know thats its their thought that shines our eyes. Like a thousand rubies? A note got me thinking how, someone could possible wish for a task manager in tge context of your heart. Or an Alt + F4 function maybe? For forgetting is hard, dehydrates your body. All that crying. Not good for your health.
Lifes bad right now, well no one asked. Who cares, I share my word with no one anyways.
Dont. Let. Good. Times. Go. Away. ... Think twice before you do something regarding your pumping organ. Hurts and sucks.
Verse [Haroon]
But as I just stand there with the fire in my eyes,
That note I spent my whole life and existence writing,
It burned away so easily,
Is your love for me just as easy and frightening?
You say what I say when I'm lost or angry,
Shut up and go away,
I dont need you in my life.
But these words now hold no sway,
I've evolved past these petty quarrels,
I just want that feeling once again.
That feeling that you get when the worlds tired of you sad,
Throws away the lock and key, opens the gates to Heaven,
As I wait here with this pen,
My jail, My freedom,
I could find ways to forgive you,
But I just fail to see them.
You left me tied to this boat,
Now its sinking, need your help,
My life raft has been punctured,
With the sounds of your yell,
Still pounds on my door,
But no longer scares me, I'm cold, I'm alone,
As I sit here in this chair,
Your note still burns and burns.
No comments:
Post a Comment