An out of sync morning kicks in today..
With noises and chaos all the way..
Pushing, sliding and crawling through doors and windows..
Bringing sanity at its feet at every crossroads..
A girl enraged
Painting the world orange
With her fits of fury and courage
Peter is a pauper
Doesn’t know where to begin and where to end
He his pushed around
Like if he is tied to a string
Coming back to you
Doesn’t seem easy not even a fluke
How close it has been
It doesn’t matter now cuz we are through
what you see is
what you believe
what you give is
what you take
Hands Tied, closed lies
Life in full bloom but breathing denied.
Couldn’t fly zeal expired
Crawled to the next seat that was occupied.
We were not wandering
We were not enjoying the sunshine
We were just left in the cold
The sky cracked a million times
We walked together for miles
in this garden of swollen prides
that is what we both didnt have
we were only travellers who entered by chance
She could dance like the kite in the wind
He was struggling to prove himself to the world ever since
They met like characters of a lost fairy tale
Like she was the princess and he the prince