Poesie in prosa
di Psyched.elia 4DL
Slow heartbeat
What am I going to do now that you know the truth?
Feeling sick all day, eyes closed,
everything looks gray.
I just want to lay in my bed for weeks,
nothing to do, nobody to see.
I wish I could forget everything,
going back in time and not fall in love with your mind,
hoping that I will find a way.
Can’t stop thinking.
I will be sleeping until the thought of you won’t haunt me anymore.
Mirror
My mind is playing tricks on me
the reflection looks wrong,
I don’t recognise what I see
it’s like a flickering song.
Everything is melting,
my perception is darkened
Am I real?
Fear flowing into my veins
if I stop thinking, maybe I’ll heal.