We undergo change. Around us and within ourselves.
It's very easy to get lost in the haze that is time as it steadily goes on.
It's pretty hard to prepare for the future, like eating good for the betterment of your future health.
And it becomes standard to begin to doubt yourself as things start to go wrong.
It was easy to get lost in his promising blue eyes and pale skin.
It was as if he saw what she was within.
And she tried everything in her power to resist,
The temptation of escape, she hadn't known it exists.
And people filled her mind with false praises, falling on dead souls.
And he gave her much needed warmth in her heart-once cold.
And as the days grew darker and her heart broke,
There were days she just needed him-not a word needed to be spoke.
And the sunsets seemed too orange nowadays and the day-sky not blue enough.
And she smiled through the sadness and fell out of love.
When she looked she saw what she'd been missing all this time,
Stuck in repetitive days and uninteresting rhymes.
Only him and few others, did she consider true friends.
She was stuck in asshole habits and in a hurtful trend.
The moon started lacking meaning and the stars were no longer bright enough.
She started laughing genuinely and looked for inspiration above.
She had begun noticing that her days had become so imbalanced and her emotions and thoughts were an ebbing sea.
And she asked herself if this was how life was supposed to be.
An unpredictable series of events you can just accept and enjoy.
Oh this was one dangerous little boy.
