i dropped the ball again like i dropped your favourite bowl and watched with open mouth as the glass shattered, unfixable are all of the mistakes i have made.
and i say things sometimes, sometimes for the smallest of laughs, but i shatter when i see the sadness in your eyes.
i make the most of all these obstacles, and i run through them like grass, but sometimes the grass is too high, and my legs arent strong enough to glide through it
so i lay there, watching the sky, and the sky is always changing on me. and even i dont stay the same lying under it
i take in breaths and those breaths keep me alive and they keep me moving, but those breaths keep me dying. every molecule of oxygen makes me older, and my eyes will start to tire and i know my mind will go some day
but all i have is this second, and the broken glass beneath my feet to sweep up again
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