Let It Be?

Sometimes I choose to look out my window;

All that I feel can't be expressed, but still, I'll try to bestow.

Just staring at the stars, embracing the pretty night sky;

An immense sulk overpowers, and it feels too late to ask why.

Deep inside it burns, a burn that felt good one time;

The feeling is unique, unique only to the soul of mine.

Well, the time has passed, the time I say I left behind;

Yet I regret all of it, the very first match I lit, all the letters I wrote in my mind.

I wait and wait, like waiting is what I was meant to do;

It's not like I don't try to get rid of it, but my heart says not to.

I thought I knew well, I thought I was fine, wasn't it gonna be alright?

I sink myself in pegs of hope waiting for the rocks to melt and make it light.

As I watch the smoke rise, slowly leave the window;

I picture my soul, leaving me, with the filth I was destined to own.

After all, what's left is a lifeless filter waiting to be thrown away;

What once cleansed the tar, was now only worthy of rotting today.