drifting.. floating..
propped in the corner beside the pink wall
struggling to keep a level head
emptiness of the messy room
memories so alive but have passed
afraid of knowing and being known
in the silence of tears, smiling
trying to be brave once more
asking why should this time be any different
always playing the supporting role
drifting.. floating..
slumped in the blues of the blankets
thinking of the want and the had
feelings all thrown into a blender
the awkward and weird situation
left for granted always the leader
decisions leading to consequences
let it be. whichever way it has to be
remaining like before, status quo.
what could possibly be wrong
drifting.. floating..
both never once thought of looking through the pink and blue walls
both never once thought it was just one wall
one coin with two sides
one story with two leads
one mistake and two different lives.