his mind is as messed up as natural disaster
he has this weary stare that makes everyone turns their heads
and when you look at his eyes, you see nothing but a total havoc
his pale grey eyes remind you of the sky when a raging storm is about to come
you can never touch him without getting your skin bleed
he makes a solid fort between him and people
he thinks everyone is dull,
witless,
ignorant,
and he hates the fact that every one gets the chance to live
but he doesn't
his hands are muddy as if he has digged a very deep hole for himself
see,
nothing in this world is beautiful,
but i believe he is,
i know the minute i lay my eyes on his,
he is the most beautiful person in the universe
and the way he gazes at me, i see sincerity, agony, tartness
it's painful to see such pure soul has to suffer,
but i'm willing to make myself bleed just to touch his hands
and tell him that this is just how it works,
we live in such a fool and crazy world,
i can bear the sorrow and make it a part of me,
i know, cause i've been there, and still
i was never saved
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