confession
guess i’m ashamed of myself
if i let you go i know i’m unloved
i’m ashamed of myself
watching myself being so unimportant
losing the glitters of what it’s like
dance to the music you used to like
guess i’m ashamed of myself
value myself based on how much
you drool over me
it’s not the seasons that love and leave the earth
it has actually always been the earth
i’m ashamed of myself
fail my own beliefs
weep over the weeping soul
leave alone the abandoned heart
i’m ashamed
of buying all of your bullshits
perform on the wrong stage
for the wrong eyes
wearing some ragged clothes
which weren’t even mine
this has been my confession
for not being perfect
if it’s the earth
not the seasons that love and leave
i should be proud
Nobody is perfect darling, but there is a lid for every pot…
Someone who is vibrating at the same frequency of your consciousness and evolving with you at the same rate (Quoting Deepak Chopra..ga..ga..ga..)