Poems from lovelost
What is Enough?
How do you know?
If you have been there, why did you come back?
Is Enough a myth?
A legend, a fairytale, a child’s story?...
I think lying to yourself is worse than any other kind of lie that could be told. When you lie to yourself, a part of you actually believes...
Always waiting.always wishing.Always wanting.Never getting.Always thinking.Over thinking.Always neverTruly knowing.Always...
The tears, they flow endlessly-Staining pants and a shirt- I believe, I trust, I know what is right,Though time after time becomes hurt. ...
I stress myself out
I break my own heart
I try to fix things
Circling round to the start
I fill up with hope
I fill up with dreams
I tear...