Dysfunctional
Posted on Saturday, August 09, 2014
11.12PM leaves behind a bitter taste knowing
I wasted a minute of wishing on hopeless lies.
Why do I have to wait for a falling star to fill this particular
shade of grey that's called my life with colour that'll only fade in time?
Ashes of burnt memories slowly layering my lungs
with grievous decisions of melodious disasters that carved us
to be who we are today.
But who are we today when you're no longer
the igniter to my flame?
Who are we today when the question
always ends with your name?
I miss the days of being on fire.
I miss the days of getting burnt with success.
I miss the days where everything meant something.
Naively waiting for a change while being
smothered by the warmth of my comforter as the sun rises fading my vision.
I miss my friends.
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