Breathing. Putting one step in front of another. Blinking with time. Smiling at apt moments. Dressing right. Waving at people because that's how it's supposed to be. The correct attitude. Controlled emotions. A mask, That continually smiles. For the world. Grieving; only after lights out.And it's a vicious circle on repeat mode. The tape has been pulled out, damaged, tampered with, but it's wound again in the cassette. It looks perfectly fine. But There's no sound. Lying in a lone corner, No one plays it anymore, Outdated. Obsolete. The world passes by, No one realizes. Everything is in order. Breathing. Putting one foot in front of another. Looking forward only to the finish line.
And then, Once in a while, seeing that one face. It's like the sunlight streaming in through broken glass windows. Rays of light come through. Hope lightens up. Once in a while, everything comes alive in her. The storm is pushing, fighting against her walls. She is losing her composure. She wants to scream her lungs out, fling her arms around her love and just let the rest of the world melt away. Once in a while, she wants to let go. Once in a while, she doesn't wanna be afraid. Afraid f needing. Afraid of needing to be in love. Once in a while, she wants to be consumed in the fire of love. Being washed over by it. Feel all of it; And then Let it all Go. Be Free of it. For once and for all.
Trapped. Trapped behind bars built by her own faults and slips. Chains wrung around her by her very own self. Lying inside the cage, musing over the imprints. The imprints left behind. It's funny how the imprints are like shadows, only left behind. And misleading. Misleading shadows. Shadows that are a lie. So much more Grandeur than it's actual form. But she needs that once in forever, Where she can let go and let it all out. All the emotions brewing inside and brimming at her rims. And the only person she wants to talk it all out to, is the one who put her in the cage, in the first place. But he can never know. He must never know. He doesn't care enough to know. He's not worthy of knowing. The bounds, the struggle, It's all wasted. Wasted upon an Unaware traveler; unaware of what he's treading on; who later decided to change his path.
And then, Once in a while, seeing that one face. It's like the sunlight streaming in through broken glass windows. Rays of light come through. Hope lightens up. Once in a while, everything comes alive in her. The storm is pushing, fighting against her walls. She is losing her composure. She wants to scream her lungs out, fling her arms around her love and just let the rest of the world melt away. Once in a while, she wants to let go. Once in a while, she doesn't wanna be afraid. Afraid f needing. Afraid of needing to be in love. Once in a while, she wants to be consumed in the fire of love. Being washed over by it. Feel all of it; And then Let it all Go. Be Free of it. For once and for all.
Trapped. Trapped behind bars built by her own faults and slips. Chains wrung around her by her very own self. Lying inside the cage, musing over the imprints. The imprints left behind. It's funny how the imprints are like shadows, only left behind. And misleading. Misleading shadows. Shadows that are a lie. So much more Grandeur than it's actual form. But she needs that once in forever, Where she can let go and let it all out. All the emotions brewing inside and brimming at her rims. And the only person she wants to talk it all out to, is the one who put her in the cage, in the first place. But he can never know. He must never know. He doesn't care enough to know. He's not worthy of knowing. The bounds, the struggle, It's all wasted. Wasted upon an Unaware traveler; unaware of what he's treading on; who later decided to change his path.
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- That.GirlAgain
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