The guilt coursing through these veins,
Is it mine or of the stolen moment from time,
The painful jab of the heart beating out from my chest,
Is that adernaline or a sign of peace before the attack.
All these moments stolen from time,
Are they worth the efforts and dime,
All the sweet moments I spend,
Are they never going to end.
The blood flowing in my body, and the blood rush,
Oh my gosh, does this finally symbolise the downfall,
The end of it all, will the guilt die out,
Or will it just eat me alive.
The uncertainity which drowns me in its wide ocean,
What does all of this even mean,
How can I just go from being so sweet one moment to mean,
Oh my gosh, is this just another episode where I write with my head empty and words I don't mean.
#tyler
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Is it mine or of the stolen moment from time,
The painful jab of the heart beating out from my chest,
Is that adernaline or a sign of peace before the attack.
All these moments stolen from time,
Are they worth the efforts and dime,
All the sweet moments I spend,
Are they never going to end.
The blood flowing in my body, and the blood rush,
Oh my gosh, does this finally symbolise the downfall,
The end of it all, will the guilt die out,
Or will it just eat me alive.
The uncertainity which drowns me in its wide ocean,
What does all of this even mean,
How can I just go from being so sweet one moment to mean,
Oh my gosh, is this just another episode where I write with my head empty and words I don't mean.
#tyler
Copied From Tyler's Poems Telegram Channel
