A young ballerina needs more

It’s not enough, far from it. Oceans and deserts from it.

Remembering your lies is proving tougher as normal becomes dinner routines.
Speaking my silence is impossible with your cold shoulders from quarter past midnight.

Hide away with excuses since you’re too busy chasing choices when I’m in town. Sell my dreams at night cuz I’m not coming back to you any longer.

Sweet nightmares babe.

Miss Mess



About iheartmess

A Middle Eastern Londoner 20-something living the 'western' life in between London and home.
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