Chào các bạn! Vì nhiều lý do từ nay Truyen2U chính thức đổi tên là Truyen247.Pro. Mong các bạn tiếp tục ủng hộ truy cập tên miền mới này nhé! Mãi yêu... ♥

backpacks and worn shoes*

This is a poem about all my friends that once called me their "bff". I looked over some old memories and managed to hurt myself by doing so.

Those forevers
Now just blurred mysteries
And those nevers
Still don't know what they mean

False lies
Cut up like cakes
Broken promises
Everyone's the same
Now I'm here wishing
I wore their name

We grew apart
I ran away
You blossomed
Whilst here I stayed
Still just a seed

People lifted you up
I stayed down
You sparkled
Whilst I only frowned
In the darkness

Backpacks and worn shoes
I traveled towards you
I cut my hair and changed my clothes
Running away from normal

Following the moon so slow
Whilst all I had was my hope
I must have tripped along the way
Because I never made it to you

Whilst you shon bright
A lighthouse on the coast
I burnt to nothing
I went up in smoke

Now I feel I'm different
I don't see why I should try
I think I might just give up
And not get back up this time

Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen247.Pro