Nothing like i expected
at the loosing end.
would’ve chosen you
for guiding me.
I am a vapour setting for
the rain to fall, into the same place,
slightly different from former.
Still my destination never change
end up in the ocean of fear,
wait to transform as i know it’ll
Sooner or later.
I dreamt the bed of roses
And got the ones with pointy thorns
hurts me more each time i get near
No more hopes, i am tired of getting hurt.
The mist is consuming me
Like the darkness taking light
I fell down on the ground
sky is crying,
It’s weeping hard
Blanket of water over me
After a while, under the cold
It’s time to sleep, goodnight!
No one’s around i am saying it now
I wish it’s only a dream like every night.
Rinc Writing 