They never tell you the truth: that you can't take it back and even if you could, you'd just do it again.
The slow methodical progession, always increasing in speed, from womb to tomb, and no matter what I do it always ends the same.
Why is it I can have everything I want in life but that which will make me happy? I'm completely out of time and energy. Fine. You win. Are you happy? Will you just turn off the lights now and let me get some rest?
I give in to you and you let go of my hand and I drift away from you in the dark until I can't see your face anymore when I close my eyes.
The slow methodical progession, always increasing in speed, from womb to tomb, and no matter what I do it always ends the same.
Why is it I can have everything I want in life but that which will make me happy? I'm completely out of time and energy. Fine. You win. Are you happy? Will you just turn off the lights now and let me get some rest?
I give in to you and you let go of my hand and I drift away from you in the dark until I can't see your face anymore when I close my eyes.
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nala:
ho, hum sigh - dido to your poem
victoria:
I think maybe sometimes life is just like that. We all have our downfalls and our problems... It just all on how we deal with them.. Or you could be me and just not deal with anything at all ha.. xo Victoria