Launchorasince 2014
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In my head, ever scented..


Sometimes I feel, 

 I'm not your own, 

 It's been hard to heal,

I realized it's better being alone.


Love and trust,

all I've been after,

stop chasing I must,

Oh, I miss all that laughter.


A secret I've kept,

only one knows the cause,

for all I've wept,

I wonder when there'll be a pause.


Broken, rather brave,

madness and stale,

understand none, the opposite I crave,

Punished and blamed, all that ail.


Negative?

Coward?

I'm trying to live,

looking to be empowered.


Falling slowly,

grabbing hold,

dreaming of a valley,

and find someone so bold.


My life narrated,

intense emotions,

in my head, ever scented,

like in vials, potions.


Held on, so long,

I had to fall,

to know what was wrong,

and get back up, stand so tall.