I’m just a lonely lad thinking about the time I had lost my love. Wondering how to get her back it makes me very sad because I want her now
Just want to hold her hand stare into her eyes and fall in love. After all this time, I want to call her mine and maybe even get my heart broken again.
“Okay! You’re clearly sad, miserable, horny and a tad bit drunk. You can barely stand. It’s all just a fad and you haven’t learnt your goddamn lesson.
She drove you mad! You hated her dad, have you forgotten? And if I may add… you both were always bad, so shut up! You just want to feel something in the end.”
There’s no God, only Godliness. There’s no genius, only the act. There’s no hate, only fear. There’s no beauty, only being. There’s no coming out, only getting in. There’s no peace, only sharing. There’s no perfect, only unique. There’s no freedom, only struggle. There’s no happiness, only love. There’s no absence, only ignorance. There’s no mistake, only disbelief. There’s no glow, only polish. There’s no constant, only the cycle. There’s no knowledge, only realisation. There’s no colour, only light. There’s no throne, only the kingdom. There’s no anger, only disappointments. There’s no reward, only the journey. There’s no death, only sleep. There’s no life, only memory.
There’s no you, there’s no me, there’s only ONE, can’t you see?
Times like these are when I wish someone would care when I feel lost and abandoned in the middle of nowhere. To pull me up and share this burden that I cannot bear to lend me a hand and save me from my quiet despair.
Times like these are when I lose faith in all my prayers, when I cry for help but I know that no one would hear yet it’s alright because I know under all those thick layers there’s a heart and in secret, you shed a tear.
Times like these are when I know it’s pointless to even compare, when I know that this is life and life is unfair that each with their own dream ends up in an unending nightmare and we all do our best but sometimes it’s beyond repair
Times like these are when I wish I were a multi-billionaire where one day I would wake up and end the war that was declared, buy the Gods out and make sure that we breathe the same air but I’ll start with a poem for help and the love that can be shared.