Addicted I am,
To this beautiful loneliness,
Words come and go
But still remains this emptiness.
Addicted i am,
To this beautiful smoke, i smoke,
My mind washes away
The poem that i just wrote.
Addicted i am,
To this darkness around me,
I want to shout and runaway,
For a deep sleep in the sea.
Addicted i am,
To this monotonous smile, i smile,
Even the wind can feel
That i am all lost for a while.
Addicted i am,
To this silence that i love,
Her so painful words, for me
Makes it hard to look above.
Addicted i am,
For a love that will never be mine,
Still i find myself reflecting
In this intoxicated glass of wine.
Addicted i am,
To this so called me, in me..
The wind that ruffles my face,
Whispers ,’that its not her, you see..’
Addicted i am,
To the beautiful roses that i bought,
But the beautiful words of her,
Pushed me far.... too far.....
Addicted i am,
To this beautiful smoke, i smoke,
I wish i could die away
Before i get lost in my vile hope..
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