GAH. HATE when valentines comes around, people stare at me expectantly EVERY goddamn stinking time! Grrr...no Iris for U!
Anyway, i wrote this poem type thing yesterday....hope yall like it.
Dreams
The opposite of reality.
A sweet and simple bliss.
A bitter and complex gray.
Which is it?
Does it simplify or tangle your mind?
Will it shake wonders out of the fog or conceal the inspiration?
Questions fill your core, but where are the answers?
Will fear and the cold-blooded adrenaline sink you in an ocean of your own blood?
Will the bliss and the freedom sew back your life?
So many stitches, so many worries.
Is life a dream and the dream a life?
Do you feel more alive in your own world?
Can I?
I feel lifeless, my blood stains your knife.
Wash away your fear, with what?
 xXxLoved and hated xXx · Wed Feb 10, 2010 @ 12:52am · 0 Comments |
