The fallen angelsOf our past.were caughtunaware.Going about theirNormal daily routinesFalling in love withOther angels alike. They never knewThe world theyWere aboutTo enter.They followedTheir emotionsThinking followingA
Who will bethe heroof my heart?Who will saveMe from thisDrowning feelingI’m currently in?Where is my agent high?Where is the substanceThat will irradicateThis feeling of weakness?
Oh Boii do IJust want toGo back toThe passenger’s sit.Just sit and watchAs each day passesBy not fully beingIn control ofHow each day goes. You’re
There is moreThat meets the eyes.So whateverIt is that’sComing at you,Take it upAnd analyse it.Remember youare human.You are not perfect. Don’t closeYourself upTo the lifeYou
Do you have,To give ?What are your reasonsFor giving such helpIf you yourselfAre depleted. You have been brokenYou are brokenBut yet you givePieces of yourself
Originally written sometime in 2016. Enjoy 😊 Being told things twiceIs like seeing theFuture.But having tore-live It twice.Does that make sense?Am I making sense.They say