Embrace the moment,
This feeling's potent.
I'm not going.
I'm just not showing.
My face around here.
And I won't be near.
It's kinda crazy
That I realise now baby
Things always change,
But at least they range,
Between the sun on your smile,
And feelings so vile.
Time goes on
And we'll sing sad songs.
But in our hearts we laugh.
However daft.
Our lives may seem,
We'll always dream.
Because inside we know,
How we want it to go.
As we drive round this roundabout,
And give our friends a shout.
To walk by our sides,
And improve our lives.
Or to help us get away.
From teh shit of each day.
And the troubles we hide,
So deep down inside.
Which I'll hide with drugs.
And show with hugs.
Is it harder than you thought?
To take this walk.
Without my hand.
Is this how we planned?
We would watch things go.
Or did we never really know?
So obtain what you can't,
Or don't try to start.
Cause if you don't believe it.
Then you may as well just leave it.
Like I'm leaving you now,
Cause I can't work out how.
You can say those things,
And what you really mean,
When I hurt inside.
Like I'm stuck in a tide.
It's making it hard.
But better for a start.
Never leave another kiss.
Upon non existant lips.
I taste of emptysmoke,
I just wanna quit the dope.
Cause I'm breathing in hate,
I can't be in this state.
It's getting worse.
It's gone in reverse.
It's getting earlier.
That I have this accomplisher.
by the form of a bottle.
In my body it throttles.
And the making it worse.
As I drive my own hurse.
So pretend to be fine,
Cause your lies are as good as mine.
Is this really what you want?
Try typing in a different font.
Love, I know it's for the best.
As much as this will test.
How strong we both are,
For one another.
So neverlet go.
Or we'll never truly know.
If this is real.














Comments
Upon non existant lips.
I taste of emptysmoke,
I just wanna quit the dope.
Cause I'm breathing in hate,
I can't be in this state.
Cool poem showing you pushing through to hope and better times.
The stanza above I liked best.
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"Women may fake orgasms, but men fake entire relationships."
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