I remember when the rain would fall, it would feel like I could jump up and down with laughter until a rainbow would rise.
My rainy days now are filled with sorrow, remorse and despair.
They want nothing to do with you, because they knew you never cared.
They said they’d warned me, that love is never guaranteed, not knowing how childish and stupid I would be.
But boy these are life lessons that I will never forget because without them I’d be dead I bet.
Easy little things like love is what we need; problem is the requirements we cannot meet.
Asking for too much and not giving any in return.
Jun 5, 2021
Jun 5, 2021 at 9:59 PM UTC
Perhaps it isn't age or the years....
Change occurs and perspectives shift when the pain is too deep to continue. Silence is suddenly your best friend and your mind, your best kept secret. I always thought that in order to survive, you needed to let it all out. That the world needed to hear your cry and the waves needed to feel the aching sorrow. Time has taught me otherwise.
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 5:24 AM UTC
Suppressed by my fears, I hide in my shell
and as the crowd cheers they still don't tell.
I make my world stop, rewind, and pause
but why can't I fast forward?
So then I can see, what the future has in store for me.
I do not know why, no one tells
That I'm sick of living in a place I call hell.
I know it sounds rude but what can I say?
I'll be a hypocrite if there was nothing to blame
Because in fact there is, but it's too long to write
so I make my poem short, so you don't lose sight.
I go on everyday carrying fake smiles, fake hello's
and fake hi's
but for certain I keep my dreamy eyes
because they keep me going everyday
wishing all of this would end
and knowing the best is hidden somewhere out there.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 7:18 PM UTC
She stood there in silence
Weeping
Gripping for answers
Nails bitten off
Eyes sunk
Speechless
Frozen
Timeless.
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 10:55 AM UTC
Who is that girl?
that I refuse to see
staring back at me
who could she possibly be?
Flaws delicately pointed out
but virtues waiting to be touched.
Like flowers on a spring morning
there's a voice inside her
shouting and roaring.
Drifting apart everyday
and the memories
don't seem to stay.
She seeks for help
but they just don't tell
what their baby girl needs
is not on sale.
How much time is going to
pass by?
Before they realize,
that it's too late,
that this love that she needs
just can't wait.
-Andrea Dayana Valdez
Jan 6, 2019
Jan 6, 2019 at 10:56 PM UTC