Sunday, January 4, 2015

Nothing

No one can tell me how to feel complete.
Love doesn't mean anything unless you wait.
I don't feel attractive because I don't know what infinity feels like.
I don't know for sure unless I'm more than one hundred percent.
I told myself I need to be better than the person I was yesterday. 
I don't believe in anything anybody says anymore.
I can't go a day without beliving in myself.
I can feel the moment coming between my grasp.
I'm falling in love with the tragedy of life.
I see what's wrong with the future,
But that doesn't stop me from being who I was meant to be

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