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The time is wrong,
What have I done?
The days are long,
I want to run.
As far away as I possibly can,
To a place that's not yet corrupt by man.
What terrible creatures humans can be,
We've lost sight of things that are simple to see.
I've often pondered the easy way out,
I don't understand what the fuss is about.
I'd be lost in a world full of endless bliss,
In a world hopefully much different than this.
I can't erase what's on the linear line,
Just the memory starts a chill down my spine.
Is the easy way out the right path to choose?
I thankfully have a whole lot to lose.
Though I must say it's tempting me,
The closest thing to being eternally free.
But it's a little late to change my fate,
So I guess it will just have to wait…
Because the time is wrong,
What have I done?
The days are long,
I want to run,
Far, far away.
What have I done?
The days are long,
I want to run.
As far away as I possibly can,
To a place that's not yet corrupt by man.
What terrible creatures humans can be,
We've lost sight of things that are simple to see.
I've often pondered the easy way out,
I don't understand what the fuss is about.
I'd be lost in a world full of endless bliss,
In a world hopefully much different than this.
I can't erase what's on the linear line,
Just the memory starts a chill down my spine.
Is the easy way out the right path to choose?
I thankfully have a whole lot to lose.
Though I must say it's tempting me,
The closest thing to being eternally free.
But it's a little late to change my fate,
So I guess it will just have to wait…
Because the time is wrong,
What have I done?
The days are long,
I want to run,
Far, far away.
Literature
Liar
***
The first time you realize he's lying is a Sunday. He coughs a couple times, maybe once or twice, and you find yourself reaching out, asking, "Are you okay?"
It's habitual, something you always do. It's just reflexive, years of politeness grilled into your head. He knows that, he knows that.
And yet he glares at you suspiciously. "I'm fine."
A small voice in the back of your head says, 'Liar' and you wonder just where that came from. Because you know he'd never lie to you, you've been best friends for far too long for that.
But that's the only logical explanation as to why he's staring at you as though he's trying to puzzle something
Literature
it began when:
his fingers beat his tears in the race to touch his cheek.
"don't you wish we'd have fallen in love?"
"every single day."
Literature
All I See Is You
I first saw you so very unexpectedly
You saw the way I looked at you
And you looked right back at me.
I'll never forget the way
You made me feel that day,
Like I was the only girl you see.
I tried so hard to find
A way to make you mine,
But we just weren't meant to be.
And so I hide
Just how I feel inside.
I don't know what to do
When all I see is you.
We carried on as nothing more than good friends
Scared that love would break us
In ways we couldn't mend.
I have to ignore the way
You make me feel each day,
Like I'm with whom you want to be.
I try hard to deny
Keep asking myself why,
We don't just bite the bullet and be.
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If you run away you will not be facing anything.
But then again that is your choice not mine.
Remember everything that happens makes us stronger and makes us who we are.
Blessed Be,
Midnight Writer Shadow
Founder of Candlelight Writers
Co-founder of The Writers Rose
But then again that is your choice not mine.
Remember everything that happens makes us stronger and makes us who we are.
Blessed Be,
Midnight Writer Shadow
Founder of Candlelight Writers
Co-founder of The Writers Rose