SWING SWING
I'm sorry, I don't know what I do this for.I keep trying and trying because I want more.Got me hating myself over the littlest thing.Got me in mood swings going swing swing.
Looking in the mirror, what is it you see?But I don't know, I don't know what you want from me.I'm talking to you but who am I even talking to?The face in my reflection is someone I never knew.We live in a world where nothing is okay but we do it anyway,but I'm not okay.I'm not okay,okay?No, you're probably not good too.I can see that it's getting the best of you.Living in a world were sadness is the truthgot us screaming out loud likewhat's the use?What's the use?
GOT ME IN...GOT ME IN...Got me in mood swings like swing swing.Got me swinging and screaming likewhat's the use?...All broken whether we're good or bad.Morphing into the shadow of the life we wish we had.All senseless, nobody gives a damn in this world no more no.Seems like everybody's hearts have grown so sore oh.I'm just a face in a faceless crowd going by on the same old day.This feeling won't go away!
We live in a world where nothing is okay but we do it anyway,but I'm not okay.I'm not okay,okay?No, you're probably not good too.I can see that it's getting the best of you.Living in a world were sadness is the truthgot us screaming out loud likewhat's the use?What's the use?
GOT ME IN...GOT ME IN...Got me in mood swings like swing swing.Got me swinging and screaming likewhat's the use?...
About the Creator
Kyran
I have so much on my mind, I am constantly writing things down. Sometimes it's poems or lyrics and sometimes it's just real talks. But no matter what it is, it's always deep or funny. I always try and keep it pure and honest.
Universal Order
Stay in my arms, keep me warm, take me away to an island of cottage houses that live in heaven. If I could reside in a rose, sleep on a candle, eat grapes from the moon and have a bubble bath as my bed then joy would wake my soul every morning from the mountain. Gazing into the ethera from flesh to alternate realities; my soulmate is seen picking flowers, singing with the greenery, flipping pages lost in a book, barefoot soaking in a riverbed. While my wild hearted kids spur in a child’s world dispersed in the wilderness of Mother Earth’s fortress. An immeasurable treasure filled of pain and pleasure such is the adventure of life. An experience that unfolds you to your core, shedding layers to your purpose and the one course to take is… suffering. A blessing or curse? Advantage or disadvantage? Suppose you could say it differs between individuals. For he who has been wounded and healed learns to stitch others. And it’s when death ground swallows you that you’re made to dig into the trenches of your neglected parts. It is then when meaning is uncovered and you fall into the universe but realise it was just the doorstep of your soul. Preordained by the structurelessness of time’s myth every piece will fill when it’s destined in the open passage universal order. The heart’s deepest desires will blossom when the season is right.
By Haytham Trueheart6 days ago in Poets
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