He never saw the point of
having a good time.
But he always wrote down
his feelings
and I just sang about them.
Love is something he
doesn't want or
believes in.
He doesn't know what he
wants but I know.
Don't be mad at everyone for
your mistakes.
Soon it will all be over.
He doesn't believe in
much.
He waits at the train every
morning for his sister.
But most of the time she's too mad
to show up.
She has a car but
he still waits there for her.
He thinks whatever and
goes back to pondering
about his death.
Don't look into his eyes
they will turn you into
stone.
He has the look of good but
the kiss of death.
~
23.04.15
(I don't even know what this is or what it's trying to even say ... it doesn't make sense to me ... )
ESTÁS LEYENDO
writing dreams
Poesía*trigger warning* just a book of my bipolar thoughts and feelings {lower case is intentional through out the book} ~ Gabi xx
