Pretty Shit

It's you not him

It's always been to you

You seem aware

I staggering depressingly

You choose someone else

Um, okay I said

You've been locked by one

I've been locked with mine

We still being thieves

Heist those small glances

We catch each other feeling

Yet do nothing

Sunlight shines against me

Murdering my inner ability

Screaming out loud inside 

Stop whining or I could die

It keeps on shining, brightly

What do you expect more

Me dying, groaning, mourning

Even demons feel empathetically sad

Witnessing me grouching

Can we jump back into that scene

When your head lay in my shoulder

Can we jump back to that scene

When we close as lovers

Don't matter the distance

You always be the closest

Don't matter the strange bodies

I give them nothing

Cause it's always on you

We haven't seen each other 

For too extended long

But the sparkles remain the same

It probably will explode

Right in front of you

But it doesn't, then I wake up 

It was me daydreaming

        I was not in the mood while re-write-ing these poems in this blog because of displeasing occurrence. Sorry.

Sincerely

MELLYNA DINIAR