How it feels.A Poem by foufa la perle(A mess of a dreamer)
I used to dream to fly high
I always wanted to reach the sky and I wished to glow in the dark. You, built up the highest walls and I stood there to watch them fall. Time moved a little slow and a little fast and luck was truly never by my side. If you ever took a look closer I bet you wouldn't understand. Call me a whishful thinker, a dreamer, I don't care! All I know is that someday I'll be there. I never meant to ruin a life and I never hid behind a white lie all I wanted was to find a reason to smile. Tell me, how it feels to be the one that everyone looks up to? And how would it feel to be someone who sees everything through? I spent my whole life trying to figure it out but I wonder, is it just a waste of time? It would take you a day or two to heal but a lifetime to understand how it feels. © 2015 foufa la perleReviews
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