As I listen to the music,
Writing a letter to someone,
Telling myself "Is this bitch worth?"
Stuck in endless thoughts,
Forever in a bottomless pit.
Getting up as I go.
Change! Is what I fucking want!
Change! Of You, My Love!
Treading lightly in the long road,
Sun softly touching my face,
I close my eyes and hear:
"You traumatised me, monster"
Tears leave my eyes,
Self torment is endless.
Change! For You and only You!
Change! We shall be one!
It was a dark snowy night,
I see her in the distance,
Rushing and shouting:
"Love, is there still a chance?"
And in that moment I was stopped,
A knife pierced through my heart.
Change. I thought it was pure.
Change. Now it's someone else...
About the Creator
Matas
I am 19 years old, from Lithuania and I enjoy writing poems as a hobby. I have a discord in case you would like to contact me! (username: gingercat2005)
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Comments (1)
Dang this is deep and heartbreaking. Love the repetition of the word change. It sets an intense/ powerful tone.