Aaron

I felt envy, wrath, pride Always let them slide It was hard to find guide It was trapped inside my mind Dreamt stories of you being mine Your life was such a dime Making you angry was like eating a lime Having fun with you was so inspiring I had a hard time trying to stop admiring The time was always ticking I felt this hard licking We floated while sticking Love with you in the making Your words were deeper than this Your fairytales ever hardly miss Flowers and charamel was your kiss Waited all my life for this The stars need to see your eyes My poems felt like telling lies Wait till this picture lays The only thing i count is our days

Every day is a losing game, Pay to play a losing game. Every night, its a show of what i have to face tomorrow. God, Why is the night remembered by the moon? Why does a marrige have a honeymoon? Farewell flowers is what I seek, How many times do I have to reach the peak? I show up with pride in the drunk bar. I leave beaten to a humble and singing another bar. My weakness is my own despair and grief. My life was black and white, no colour brief. Its hard to trust my self, never good at it. I get confused why does peoples trust go at it. The alarm rings my new life, I snooze it for a dream life. Its easier to live in a head full of dreams than to live in a life full of unreachable stars. Tomorrow humble me again. Tomorrow humble me again. Tomorrow humble me again. Tomorrow humble me again. Tomorrow humble me again. Tomorrow humble me again. Tomorrow humble me again.