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
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