• grief_into_words 27w

    The Reality

    Holding flowers that needed to be crushed
    Following the path of the everyday crowd
    Twinkling eyes and checks being flushed
    Looking for someone in all the chaos and loud
    But never it happens to seem at all like this
    Because it’s all a game and let’s all drown
    Either you fall or fly till the highest cliff
    Turns out to be content or all the frowns
    But life’s just like you make it till the end
    Hold on, or maybe this isn’t yet the end..