Poem of Botsخیلی کوتاهش کردم و اینکه اسم مناسبیم براش پیدا نکردم هنوز اگه چیزی سراغ داری براش بگو خوشحال میشم ( نظر خودم رو the space you never closed هستش)
متوجه شدم که تمی که راجبش نوشتی بیشتر یک ترکیب عشق با تاریکیه، پس اگر یک چیز ترکیبی باشه چطور؟ the light in my path, the star to my moon
ولی صرفا پیشنهاده و کلا خودت کارت رو بلدی D: هرچی فکر کردی خفن بود بزار
Poem of BotsV1: Shadows curled around moonlight smile Heart raced each step storming mile Hands froze words vanished Fear breathed close unanswered V2: Eyes collided sparks fell quiet Silver moon hid my riot Glances pulled me inward Fire bloomed carefully caged Chorus:…
Shadows curled around moonlight smile Heart raced each step storming mile Hands froze words vanished Fear breathed close unanswered
V2:
Eyes collided sparks fell quiet Silver moon hid my riot Glances pulled me inward Fire bloomed carefully caged
Chorus:
Love grew slow dangerously warm Fear stayed back half formed I reached she stayed near Air shook hope trembled Since you whispered my name I never stood still
V3:
I watched her laughing sunlit hair Chest tightened wasnt fair I stayed quiet retreated Heart spoke loud defeated
Bridge:
Moon dimmed stars withheld light Thoughts spiraled endless night She stood there unaware I stood back unprepared
Outro:
Love stayed even unseen Pain grew sharp in between I lost her without goodbye Still she lives when I try
I don't want to be seen Or maybe I do I don't know, there's just something about life It isn't what it seems You go up and go down Searching as if something will be different Even tho it never will I wonder sometimes What if I did the thing that others want me to do What then? I see a mirror that shows exactly that I'm scared at first but gathering the courage I stand in front of it I see blurry Or at least I thought I did I rubbed my eyes in the hope of seeing something but... Nothing Turns out, if I did indeed do what people intended me to do, I wouldn't be here Not because they harm me, it's because they do worse Slowly biting at me, pulling me apart piece by piece like petals on a rose wilting to it's demise but still serving you with every scent it has to offer Every penny But sooner or later it would turn pale and petal-less I would fade into nothing but a mere stick Useless and with thorns
But I've gone my own way, apparently the way that supposedly "keeps me alive" It's funny to me, even though you feel like you're suffering you're living the best version of yourself Whether you like it or not I step away from the mirror and stare down at my hands The same hands that would hurt me "I'm better than them" I say "You can live Sure, you don't know if you want to be seen or just be left alone But that's the beauty of a paradox, take it out leave it"
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