I have no time for rest, but my head says I've done it all
No need for dreams, my nets caught them all
They were terrors anyway, and I live through it all.
So why waste anymore time, seeing it all.
The pictures bled through the wallpaper
So there's no use in painting them over,
They wish to be seen,
we could do them just that favor.
Maybe if ignore them, the memories will fly away.
Playing as two turtle doves,
Making a display,
Of my world of love,
That caught fire,
In the morning of December,
Killing the ones at home.
Rest is never an option.
My kingdom awaits, there up in the sky.
Waiting for me to decide the day that I die.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts Of Me, Sorry.
PoetryJust everyday, unconventional, uplifting, relatable, sad writings. Take a journey through my head. **warning-may make you unconsciously slip into a corner alone, with sad music drowning you through your headphones**
