crumbled paper can never be smooth again.
so this is it. enough said.

This Is It

This is the part where
No one understands
Only dividing right from wrong
Like a body with different souls

This is the part where
I stood alone
With thousands of staring judgements
and the sound of whispering doubts

This is the part where
alone I can only hang on
To the remaining skeletons
Driven by a hope for a better day

Smoke

you're blowing smoke in my eyes
blurring vision and sights
bright eyes and teasing grin
a past seeping in

I've had breathless morning
waking up to reality
a trust for you is daunting
unless you'd give me clarity