IDEAL STAGE💜
Humid weather cold Breeze
Knocking mine ideal stone
Sitting swamping with
Lots of things to do or not
It's better doing nothing
Confrontation striking on 24/7 why
Questioning why I'm reducing
Mineself like timid thought just
Because I'm not satisfying
Their desire, dream & so called future
To leave mine burn out self
It's okay to have break in windy
Storms but still trying to resist
Crawling existing & still
Minding your sanity to be worthy
To try rather than let it
Consume in fless of non sensical
Judgemental party of shifting
Does still I'm worthless I matter
For mine shine which helps
Reflecting the real me
Beautiful still alive with all emotions
Rather than lie death corpses of
Foreground ,facade faces & venom tongue
The more I dive in mine space
The more I blossom
Of breath satisfying mine happiness
Of living life
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