Thoughts unheard
Hidden feelings, rotten emotions Broken ties, there's another loose thread I looked upon the sky Thinking where I lost But there was this fresh air That always mocked. Like sand and water Everything slipped from my hands Even when I tried holding on I never had a say in that. I lied to myself That everything would be fine Perhaps in a day, a week or a year Or sometime in my life. But it was just a nostalgia That I was treating myself into Little did I know That everything was supposed to drift apart And everything was supposed to vanish.