Leave me. Leave me like everyone did.
Like a cocoon leaves a young caterpillar,
I will blossom as a monarch.
Drain me. Drain me like everyone did.
Like a man drains a land barren,
I will sprout volcanoes.
**** me. **** me like everyone did.
Like a parasite ***** off its host,
I will live again.
Waste me. Waste me like no one did.
Aug 17, 2021
Aug 17, 2021 at 1:57 AM UTC
What started out as a trivial matter,
Has grown into something significant.
Even though the approach is smatter
And his words don't seem clarificant,
He still conveys his best,
Expecting an answer, or a sign,
Patiently waits for a closure
With his fingers entwined.
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 1:00 PM UTC
I guess you'll be angry,
after reading what I wrote
So I suggest you cool down,
and my feelings here I quote:
"I always thought this was a show,
A silly game teens play
Hormones flowing with the flow,
A game destined to decay.
Never heard romantic songs
because I could not relate to them.
Thought all this was nonsense,
'cause I am too young to understand.
I know you despise all this,
I once despised it too.
But when I met you I realized,
there is a different view.
Some things are better
said than been withheld.
Because they make your eyes wetter
and come back when you are eld.
Although I've told you this before
and I believe I'm self aware,
I thought I would once again
like to clear the air.
That day, I wanted to forget you,
'cause I know how it ends.
Leaving two beings dismal,
never risking themselves again.
You told me it is momentary,
that it will go away.
But it’s just the contrary,
And I think about you everyday.
Once again, I may sound like a flake,
but I want you to know.
Your parents must be very proud,
your heart is as pure as snow.
I know you don't feel the same way
though I'm your best friend,
I just wanted you to be aware
That this fool is in love with you, now comprehend.
Alas! I'm running out of words again,
and I have nothing else left to write.
And at the same time,
have a heap of feelings to recite.
This is the best I can do,
The poem is my gift to you.
But if you tell me your honest presentiments
I'd still be friends
and never talk about this again."
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 11:55 AM UTC