Painted-Mind

She had that smile, That made him fly to the sky, He wouldn't come back down, he'd rather die. She put him up on cloud nine, And he always thought. That love like that was just fine. But things aren't always as they seem, And they turned sour, He lost his greatest source of power. They fell apart, Like worn carpet strings, And he crawled back to newer things. With his head in his hands, Yet she was doing just okay, And he wondered how to make a new day. So for a long time, he was very alone, And didn't know how to get back home. He was hurting real bad, But he knew it was time to go, So he picked up his bags and let it sho

I want to run far away, some place only I can find me, some place where Im allowed my own way. I am so tired of keeping my lips locked, eyes glazed over, and not giving my opinion on the spot. I am so frustrated with feeling like this like I am the only who knows, just how easily I am missed. I am so aggravated with feeling, that my feelings, are an invalid being. And lastly I am done, with standing by, and letting others take a run. Letting others take hits at me, just because they can, I am now deciding, who I am. I am done, with being a play toy, I am done with being a ploy.