EVEN 더 많이 아니메

Days, weeks, months and years
I’m still missing you, but I’ve stopped shedding tears
I’m passed the stage, where crying could ease my pain
I know 당신 can’t come back, but your memory remains

So, take your hands out of my chest
‘Cause they’re doing their very best
To ruin me

And it’s a heartbreaking feeling
And I can’t stop reeling
This time I won’t make it out alive
And it’s like you’re still with me
But you’re never really
This time they can bury me alive

Getting up, getting to work
Going through the motions, like I’m fucking numb
Pretend I’m fine, but if 당신 could read my mind...

so, here are a couple 더 많이 old poems i dug up and decided to post. the first is one that came out of a period of intense creativity (ah if only i had the time nowadays). the 초 was a creative 글쓰기 assignment that i never got around to finishing, so i apologize if the end is a bit abrupt. once again, any feedback is greatly appreciated :).

stargazing

i dream in broad daylight
of an old front porch swing
where i sit cradling my guitar
singing 당신 a song
while your paintbrush splashes sunbeams
across my upturned face

paint drips
in 무지개, 레인 보우 rivulets
down your sun-kissed skin
your eyes are filled with...

My relationship with 당신 resembles a chess game with two players, I can never predict what 당신 will do and should never get 로스트 in distraction. Something about the game of chess is 당신 must pick your own strategy and not allow your opponent to distract you. 당신 should never make a 옮기기 based on predictions, based on what 옮기기 당신 opponent will make, otherwise in the end when 당신 must revert to your own strategy 당신 will be trapped.

I cannot read your mind. I cannot help but wonder what 옮기기 당신 will make...what is your strategy? Are your emotions genuine? 또는 are they based on how pretty my...