Stop staring through me
UneasyWhen you sit down
While I keep running
SilenceDes maisons désespérantes Auréolées dans la boue Faux-semblant comme on les a oublié Oublier qu'ils faisaient partie de notre monde une foisSilence
Le silence, le silence est partout Parce qu'il n'y a plus de mots Pour expliquer le passé inoubliable Ici, c'est le silence qui parle
Tout est encore a sa place Les assiettes sur la table, le couvert a côté
En attendant pour quelqu'un à les enlever Mais personne, personne n'est revenue
Le silence, le silence est partout Parce qu'il n'y a plus de mots Pour
King OptimistKing OptimistKing Optimist
Proudly he sits on his thrown
That has been made of fake gold Wearing a crown his bare hands had crafted.
So others then had, stopped competing Learned to rely on his system. Who wouldn’t want to be king?
His now so called people, made the king strong, Blind they had followed the outlook,
Letting him tan in his own reflection.
It wasn’t until the own cozy fireplace Burned down the castle of grandeur. Realizing, he’d been feeding too much wood
The king, now, stands on the street. With
Who are you?Words hurt more than a punch. I hope you did not only see this from one perspectiveWho are you?
Building
Higher Onto every word that has been said
Jokes that turn into reality Reality that turns into hurt Hurt which remains in memories Memories that come back too often
Because I never let myself truly forgive you, Because I never told you how I truly felt until it was too late.
I get called weak
FragileThe hourglass sits At the very top- Untouched And yet Scarred.Fragile
Sand Slowly falling, Gently landing- Each grain a second Of life Of love Of happiness.
And when your hand reached out To flip the hourglass over, Your touch- Ever so light-
It fell It crashed It shattered against the ground-
And the time you wished to get back Was gone.
The Run.Pushing yourself just that much more,The Run.
beating the clock,
taking a deep breath, stepping up the pace when you feel you can go no further.
The movement of your body as you race against yourself,
testing your strength and your willpower.
The regular pounding of your feet against the ground,
faster and faster,
constantly increasing, until you feel you cannot find strength to go any further.
But you do.
The exhilaration, the feeling the wind in your hair, the sun on your arms.
The meditative state of mind as you continue on, &nbs
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Wondering who I am
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Wondering who I am
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