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Jonathan Goliva

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

5 poems·Since August 2013
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Everything Is Wrong

August 21, 2013

White Lies. 
Am I covered in sin? 
If I show you my secrets, 
Will the truth begin? 

Are you willing to tell? 
Am I falling too fast? 
Do I use the excuse of my absent 
Entertainment to pretend I have a past? 

Black truths. 
Can you save me from lies? 
It's been killing me everyday 
And I still don't know why. 

Just tell me the answers 
I swear I'll never tell. 
As long as the sun shines, 
You will never have the fear of me becoming lies as well.

 

I thought sighs brought relief 

They've brought sadness to me 
All this stress haunting me 
The fear is guaranteed 

Your encouragement ended 
when reality started. 
Fantasy living, 
Never thought i would've felt it. 

This is what you get 
The run for the prize 
Run till you die, 
So your soul questions "why?" 

Where did your life go? 
Did it go dream deep? 
But we never live dreams 
Until we fall asleep. 

Is the wakening good? 
Did it really satisfy? 
Do you even remember? 
Or do you make up a lie? 

You know what's funny 'bout eyes? 
You close them and realize 
That you never want to open them 
Cause you love the dream life. 

I guess that's different for nightmares 
That aren't so debonair 
Where all you see is despair 
Just run, just run to the air

What is Everything? 
Everything? 
Everything? 
Everything is Wrong! 
Everything is Wrong! 
Everything is... 

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