my sophknight

ask him the questions you needed to know. ask him right now. before he runs of with his armor and starts killing you with all his might. coz this is all a dream of course, coz reality just wont alow him in. if your pen mixes its ink blots on it, would you notice the way the words change? playing with the wordplay will get you somewhere but if you believe it's something you'll never do, hide your pen and paper under your bed. coz you just defeated their purpose. knowing that everything else didnt make sense firghtens every bit of hers coz eveyrthing they think of would put you to the test. every word coming out were meant and said, no regrets, but each tear was one regret coming out. was he one too? was the question a tease? which question? would we come out as the best ones there is? or would we have to settle as individuals?

i'd rather stay than bruise my every toe, and stab every step. i'd rather be myself that act like you along the way. coz this get away im gonna have will always be marked as my midnight's dream. one i woke up from. but the chill of the night making it feel more than the morning. mornings i have.

i seriously lost it.