Thursday, February 8
{ 9:10 PM }
Warped Opinions and Twisted Truths,
Somehow I'm beginning to lose it.
Dance to the tune of ignorance,
And punch bruises to my name.
I'm choosing to close my eyes for now,
Praying hard not to prick upon a thorn.
All I can do is to watch you bury your grave, and pray that you'll claim salvation. I wished I could do more. I know that you're tired of putting up a masquerade of happiness. Don't do foolish things. I'll try to be strong, I'll try.Any minute all the pain will go away.
P.S: I know I posted twice.