ess.
I feel lonely,
its a blackened curse
in my busied head
always feeling dead.
I feel sleepy,
its a calculated
lie that they told before
I've been hoping for more.
But its not,
there is no truth
in the reality
of this moment.
Sometimes I feel
that its real
but I grew up,
I ask my brain for a response
I get numbers that sigh
And die with the naivety of love
I've never been in love.
I have, but it cripples
you and your life
and your thoughts
and your feelings.
I'm still looking for my prince
or ess.
its a blackened curse
in my busied head
always feeling dead.
I feel sleepy,
its a calculated
lie that they told before
I've been hoping for more.
But its not,
there is no truth
in the reality
of this moment.
Sometimes I feel
that its real
but I grew up,
I ask my brain for a response
I get numbers that sigh
And die with the naivety of love
I've never been in love.
I have, but it cripples
you and your life
and your thoughts
and your feelings.
I'm still looking for my prince
or ess.