I am done with being disappointed.
But, the truth is, I can't control that. I can only control my reactions to outside situations. I can't control how people behave and how they treat me - nor do I want this power. I simply want something to change.
I used to be able to write at times like this. Songs, stories, they used to flow out of me when this kind of thing came my way. Now, all I can put down are eight lines of questionable quality. Even my dreams have been fucked up as of late.
Words cut deep. Keep that in mind.
There will never be a light that outglows your brightness
There will never be a sunrise with more beauty than you hold
There will never burn a fire that eclipses your warmth
For now I sit in the dark, ugly and cold.
Only eight lines are in my new notebook, and already I want to throw it into a fire.
But, the truth is, I can't control that. I can only control my reactions to outside situations. I can't control how people behave and how they treat me - nor do I want this power. I simply want something to change.
I used to be able to write at times like this. Songs, stories, they used to flow out of me when this kind of thing came my way. Now, all I can put down are eight lines of questionable quality. Even my dreams have been fucked up as of late.
Words cut deep. Keep that in mind.
There will never be a light that outglows your brightness
There will never be a sunrise with more beauty than you hold
There will never burn a fire that eclipses your warmth
For now I sit in the dark, ugly and cold.
Only eight lines are in my new notebook, and already I want to throw it into a fire.
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~MaryAnne