⋆˚࿔ 𝑮𝒊𝒏𝒂𝜗𝜚˚⋆

I was the poetry you fell for,

But you never took your time and curiosity to discover my soul.

I thought you loved me, but you only loved the surface,

You only loved what the eyes could see.

The desire to get to know me,

Was all a lie that i used to believe.

I filled your time with passion and emotions, but you were thinking about distance and obsession.

I never knew how to make an unforgettable first impression,

But my dear, you only saw me as your possession.

“I have time” I say as I learn how to read, with four years of feeling alive fading behind me.

“I have time” I say as I reach for a ciggarette, lying to everyone, including my soul, that I will quit smoking.

“I have time” I say as i procrastinate instead of living my life and choosing comfort over curiosity.

“I have time” I say as I’m lying to my soul about death and how it affected me.

“I have time” I say as I see people around me die and I hide the distruction this topic leaves in my soul.

Every time I lie, my soul takes it serious, my childhood is gone and the memories are lost in pages.