The wonders of poems
I find them quite hilarious to be honest
You must think i'm crazy
I mean i use to hate poems
They were hard to understand
My mind had yet to learn the wonders and beautiful meanings behind these words
This is why i find them funny
They can mean anything
A poem is words trying to say something but in a jumble
You gotta let yourself be free with it
Cause if you think about in clean cut you will get nowhere
There messy, you got to find your way through them
Its hard but it all clicks as soon as you see them in a different perspective
There wise words these writers write poems to tell story without reading book
To show emotions without seeing them
To feel them once again
Because poems are like life
It hurts, makes you cry at times
Makes you smile
Reminds you of a long forgotten moment
Poem can be confusing and so is life
But the author chose those specific words in that certain pattern for a reason
So you just have to try and understand them as they go
Just like the harsh moments in life and the beautiful ones that come right after it.

its a beautiful place up here
i wish you could see it though
but you're stuck down there in the real world
and i'm glad i took my ticket to go
to visit this place above the skies
where the plants don't wither and die
where the flowers can grow and bloom forever
i really wish you could see it up here
cause its so beautiful
its like something in a dream
so please don't cry no more
cause ill visit you again
in those dreams of yours.

why do i still cry over you
why do i still want to hear your voice
why do i still want to see your smile
why do i still feel like i am not enough for you
why do i still want you to love me
why do i still love you
why do i keep on falling in your game
why do you keep on playing me
cant you see that i am hurting
why do you want to hurt me
if I've did nothing to you
why do you keep on hurting me

i still miss you though
i am not over you like i thought
i still want you to come a hug me from behind
i want you tell me i am pretty
i still think you are a sweetheart
i still want those sweet good morning texts
i still want those eyes to be focused on me
i want you to be mine again
i still love you.

How do you now get lost in his blue eyes
They are full of mystery
Like how can you not
They are a maze
If you'll look into them
You'll get lost
And I've been in there so many times
And I haven't found an exit
There is probably a prize at the end
So how do you not
                                                        I don't get lost in his eyes anymore
                                                        Because I've been there so many times
                                                        I learned how to get out of the maze
                                                        There is no prize at the end like you think
                                                        The only thing there is honesty
                                                        Which comes with pain
                                                        His eyes told you that he never loved you
                                                        His eyes told you that you were just a
                                                        game he knew how to play