just expressing the more poetic side of my interesting self
But would you love me when I'm sad. Would you love me when I'm blue. Would you love me when the pain slyly crept in on you. Would you love despite the tears. Ignore my selfish sobs.
The drops of rain are my friends. They are tears. They are my tears. They hold so much definition. They fall as though they're heavy, but they aren't. They are light to the touch. They are ghosts.
It started with a heartbeat. We learned, early in life, that our heart beats, and that if it stopped, we would perish. Childhood was simple. Correct.
Crestfallen beauty, open your eyes. The beams of the sun are just waiting. They want you to see the light. Your radiance, it's hidden. Why have you let it go.
I find it hard to wake up in the morning. I'm never very tired, but there's always something holding me back. I want to go back to sleep. To my world, where nothing is impossible.