i write this poetry when i got stuck in my bedroom, yelling for my mate,.. i'm confused, boredom then i just wrote it down in silly mind. i supposed that everything is not okey, everything is gettin' worse and worse.
Why always me
When love is in the vacuumThoughts drift exhausting
Direction not certainly
dead eyes, loss of conscience
I hate the the crying
I hate the punch ,
I hate the mimic,
I hate the the smell ,
I'm just tired
Tired and powerless to leave all
Too big for my wall Crossed
The wind was too strong for I lunge
Why do not you just go?,. You have wings to fly
You have a fan to dissipate the wind
Why should me limping?
by : cemink