navré

what worth are thoughts if its easily deceived,

what use is promises if its easily broken,

what value are memories if its easily forgotten,

what good is love if its without care.

 

 

i long for days long ago,

when my heart is calm,

and its soft whisper,

 

instead of it bursting with screams.

 

 

i long for days long ago,

when my head are clear,

and its thought are sane,

 

without these turmoil chantings.

 

 

for what reasons?

did i deserve such torment,

to taste such happiness

and then be stripped bare of it.

 

 

i appreciate all those gaze and smiles,

thats is all i ever ask.

and thats is all i shall cherish,

and treasure forever.

 

i am weak for having no strength to let go,

i am stupid for grasping in false hope,

an idiot for willingly chosing those.

 

:feeling a bit under the weather n a bit disturbed: