ambages
People say, when there's a will, there's a way
But this way will only lead me astray
Without you everything annoys me again
The faint sound of people I hear when my music stops
I don't want them to exist, you changed a pessimist
Your ideologies are your utensils
My existence was your stencil
I feel you reach in me, rearranging
Organizing, correcting, taking
I don't like it but if its what you want
I'll live with it in the hope that one day it will be exchanging
I'm not perfect, but I could be for you
I'm not a poet, but you're still my muse
My ink filled pages, our relationship's ambages
You sliced into me and I'm hiding the cut
It's all for you and you're so unaware
As long as you're fine you don't even care
Destroy me from inside out
Watching with blurry eyes
You were my Fomalhaut
You blurred the line of lies
Copyright © Shay DOA | Year Posted 2024
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