sunrises on the high
sunsets swinging high
wood pecking on the wooden door
fascinating morning alarm
all the fights to the make ups
But mistakes never forgotten
I have been thinking a lot about it
Still don't know how to go about it
I am still here
hiding with my demons
They are so much better hosts
of the crazy party within me
door locked, lights dimmed
smiles mocked, faith shattered
heart knocked over everything that mattered
hiding in my room with a blanket
looking at the grey moon
right, left, start and end
and then all over again and again
will it ever end ?
YOU ARE READING
Dreams
RandomHi I have just started to write. It may include short stories, long stories,lyrics, etc. Let me know what you think about about it. Thanks :)
