I told myself over and over again,
And made up my mind a hundred times Then my confession turned into a waste And became practically useless But my sincere heart toward you Will still not fade
Maybe we cut
Because the monster we've tried so hard to be rid of Isn't hunting us, Isn't near us, Isn't lurking around the corner to come get us But is in us It is Us
We run so fast and so far to escape our monsters, but more often than not we find that _we_ are what we’ve despised.
I am aware that relationships form. You date people but it won't always work out. You may like someone very much or even love someone but it won't always be returned. I'm aware that moving on is part of the process of healing your heart. I know that I can and will move on, eventually. But the main problem is: I just don't know when?
i loved you for almost a year
and for just one moment , you needed me; you wanted me, too. and i can’t even describe how powerful it made me feel.
I'm here sitting
alone, the smell of coffee runs through my veins, some music i probably will forget in a few years arguing with the thought of you, But I'm here, I'm here, writing about what's happening pretty boring huh? i call myself a poet but i can't use high metaphors, i call myself a poet but i can't describe fully how you make me feel i call myself a poet but what am i? I'm just a kid scared of life finding new ways to cope searching for someone to love, desperate, not holding unto my dreams how can i choose with my mind what's right for the heart to choose. and you see? don't you see? don't worry i can't either i can't see how great i am i can't see how other people see me i wish i could. i want to believe this was a dream or a nightmare at that. But at last. I'm here wishing that in another life i could be with you, or maybe in other deaths, i crave your touch, i crave you.. with coffee waking up my senses like a kid in summer waking up early to go play with his friends. i wish things were different, so i wouldn't have to wish.
20 years of being here,
in the world of loneliness, I see some colors, except the one i'm longing for. As I looked up into the sky, I wondered why, it covers with smokes & fogs, that made me blind. As my heart cannot handle, all the burdened that i feel, I cried & cried, but no one's ever there. I thirst & craved, but no one cared, Then the rain poured down as if it wiped my tears, the DEITY'S CRY that made me well.
Once alone I loved,
I never had a changing heart, He & he bumps into my head, My mind that knows only, what lies near my heart. In the midst of nowhere, where all the hearts are growing, like a flower in a garden, here my heart struggling, to all the memories you and I remains. Thousands of ships battling, but here I am still waiting, my mind and heart telling, "still you" again and again.
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