We create beauty
When we write...
As i'm here i wonder...
where will i be in 10 years...
It was when we were young,
that we had so many dreams...
Numbness…slowly building inside…
Caused by the feelings you choose to hide...
The real me comes out
when no one is around...
Nothing was good until i met you
through an unfamiliar face...
I rise into broken arms
sleeping in the slums of yesterdays remorse...
An ancient shopping bag in hand
A nest of creatures in straw hair...
Trickles of stifling sweat breach your pores...
...Streaming down in warm rivulets...
Everyday you have never ending decisions,
Of whom you are or what you want to be...
Some people may talk of their path through life
or maybe their broken road...
The grades, the struggles, the parent fights
school, homework, and no sleep nights...