Silence is All That’s Left
Life was great.
We were happy.
Staying on the phone
all night.
Things got bumpy.
You changed towards me.
Staying on the phone for a
few hours.
You suddenly had
many
more excuses for
your own
actions.
I was
alone.
You were
never
there.
Staying on the phone for
an hour.
You started having
trouble
when it came to treating me as a priority
above other girls.
I was struggling.
Struggling to
trust
your words.
Staying on the phone for a
few minutes.
Then you broke it off,
and the
truth
came into clear view.
You broke a lot of
important
promises.
I seemed to be the
only
one who cared.
Who was hurt.
Staying on the phone,
listening to the silence
by myself.
I will
always
be here.
Time
Tick tock.
Tick tock
Time is running out.
The white rabbit
isn't here
to lead you down the rabbit hole
anymore.
That white rabbit,
is nothing but a
distant memory.
It's time to make your
own
path.
Find your
own
rabbit hole.
Time
is running out,
my friend.
And it's about time
you found your
true
self.
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Note:
So I've been gone for a very, very long time, and I'd like to apologize for that. I'm hoping to be able to get back into posting more often. But I'm back _(^-^)/
They Are Your Shoes, After-All.
Life
can be a
complicated
thing.
You'll make your
enemies,
but
gather friends.
You'll stumble over
obstacles,
only to
rise back up
once again.
But,
all in all,
you'll still be
here.
No matter how
hard,
or
easy
things are for you,
you
will
make it through
another day.
There is no
instruction manual
for how to live
your life.
Because,
in all honesty,
there isn't a
right
nor
wrong
way to live
your life.
It is
you
who stands in your
own shoes
after-all.
Don't let
somebody else,
decide
what pair
you
will
or
will not
wear.
Do You Understand?
Listen!
Do you hear that?
The laughter floating
About the
Winds.
Look!
Do you see that?
The smiling people
Who seem so
Content.
Now,
Go deeper.
Think.
Look!
Do you see that?
The people
Sleeping
On the
Streets.
Listen!
Do you hear that?
The cries for
Help
That seem to
Fade.
For every
G o o d
Thing,
There's a
B a d
Trailing close
Behind.
