afternoon moodiness has been a part of my usual routine. and while listening to MYMP's old song "Set You Free", i'm being sucked with the thought that no matter how special you are, and no matter how many people surrounds you right now, in the end.. you'd rely on yourself alone. superficial perfection never lasts, and once depleted, stinks like trash that will push people away.
afloat with the thought of what the future holds.
stares with teary eyes at the sky that's so blue.
dazzled with the glow that the sun sets out.
shadows of the past that is seeping through.
adjusted to a life that future had preset
to hold your stand. still and strong.
you only have yourself when you're alone.
sacrificing a heart, to be replaced by stone.
no potions, no charms, no magic.
stone can meet no hurt that so tragic.
choosing to live in such a way.
avoiding love to seek its way.Labels: heart, life, poetry, self
