Walking dead among this earth because this heart of mine is pumping emotions I can’t disguise…
Having to see you every day knowing what we could have been, I slowly feel my lungs pumping past its size.
The love we make is on constant repeat in my soul as I try to suppress your majestic being that came as a surprise.
How can I ever walk again?
The only road I can walk on is the same path that welcomes zombies.
The only release I can ever have recruits these tears and it initiates my sobbing.
I want to throw a boycott on this flag on the play, in which my heart needs intense lobbying…
I now walk with my head held low.
There’s no point to my life at this current moment.
I’m in your presence but you see me much as a torrent.
You look at me as if we can’t ever make our once was fairy tale current.
You made me like this.
You didn’t come for me, didn’t grab my hand as I walked out…
You don’t care no more, and I’m left to deal with these internal bouts.
Why couldn’t we just change the pace?
I thought of u more than empty metaphoric parking lots…
Because spaces between our sentences we shared didn’t need a ticket slot.
We shared the same similes.
Yet I believed that I was sold on a dream.
Now I walk among the dead.
Aimlessly walking as if im searching for someone to see if my soul is alive
Someone please come revive me…