It was not as it was used to be

To look back in time.
To look deep into the past.
Not only had I found myself trapped inside dilemmas
I found myself the key to the one living inside me.

2 feet tall and my mom showed me the way.
The way most walk-men cripple to get there.
Pride and generous in space provide a sense of being.
To only those who managed to leave others behind.

It was back then when I said to myself,
‘I will someday trim the shrub and sleep inside the place’.
It was not just a dream for me,
It was a game.

That was approximately 10 years ago.

Now, looking back without regret.
I now see myself contradicting with my former past.
The place I long for is no longer in my check-list.
The game I once wished to enter will never be applied.

Can it be more obvious.

Being a failure to a repetitive exposure of stress and ugliness is not something new that I have to chew.
I've let you down by being cold.
It was never part of my plan and will never be.

Almost There.

Where to when you are safe here.

Affections Attacks!

It is no rocket science to figure out how those damn arrows could easily pierce your heart.
No pleasant feeling can make the thought better.
No sir, it wasn’t what I wanted.
Certainly I’ve been long waiting for it arrival
But can’t it arrive in a well manner.

Undesirable is a message to let us know it is exactly what we will desire for.

Every words have tricks up on its’ sleeve.
It is palpable how we have all been tricked.
They’re cunning, witty but charming.
They’re fast, slow and warm.

Affection has taken its’ toll on me.
How much more could I ever asked?

It is hard to believe I am destined to be walking under the brisk dark cloud.

For a while I though I would be dancing with corals and daisies,
But clearly I was wrong.
If I could go back to where I would have avoid bumping into an unwelcome luck,
This might not be written at the moment.

It was unfair to come to think of it.
I could do well in failing everything but it never stops there.
It clings on my back to make sure I would have let my limbs hangs in the air,
It would have applause to the joy of my vision of tears.

Over the past few months,
All I did was only creating a dramatic waiting, a short but an ingenious story.
Was a bit of laughter and red cheeks as the story passed to one another.
Accident, kayaking flip flops and the brave bungee jumper phone.

I could have sworn on the fact that I had never caused as much troubles to those around me.
Can’t be too sure, can we?
Fake cries and laughter can replace my expression easily,
But bad luck sewn onto my silhouette is far too hard for me to try to detach.
 
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