most of the time i wonder if the + 2 hrs is killing me or keeping me alive
some times i wonder if u're real
the rest of the time, i'd just close my eyes & wish really hard tt u'll appear in front of me so that i won't think that i'm some delusional madhouse
most of the time i wonder if i know u
any of u at all
the deep dark secrets
the judgmental frowns
we've stopped looking surprised
we've stopped feeling impressed
just so we cld just sink wearily into this world
hoping tt some meaning cld keep us afloat
cliques, groups, ambiguous touches and stares
glitz and glamour
the different coloured lights reflected off that glitter
just brings out the prettiest n ugliest side of us
all
of
us
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