Deep, dark and blue,
Under white sheets, crinkled and rippled.
Drowning in bubbles,
With pockets of glee escaping the abyssal.
Silent yet loud,
Very much dead, yet throbbing for revival.
Sleep.
Why don’t you move on
Why are you not asleep?
Why don’t you move on
When he’s just a freaking prick?
Why don’t you move on
Why are you not asleep?
Why don’t you move on
When he makes you so damn sick?
Understand.
When I buy,
I don’t quite want it.
When I comply,
I don’t quite agree with it.
When I try,
I don’t quite fit in.
When I cry,
I don’t quite feel it.
When I lie,
I don’t want you to believe it.
When I bid goodbye,
I don’t want you to take it.
Rain.
I can’t say I’m just feeling a tad sad,
Never thought it would hurt this bad.
A friend I’d love to be,
But a friend I wouldn’t dare be.
I guess we need to stop at fifth,
Because it’s you – I can’t fall in love with.
A bond like that I would try to break,
An ache beyond this I shouldn’t take.
killgwen 