i wish these
teaspoons of smiles and tears that i always give, would be soon a spoonful of smiles and laughter.
How could I forget you?
The way you talk, the way you walk The way you look at me, happiness shining through How could I forget you? The way you cared, your embrace hugging me every night tightly kissing me in the cheeks softly How could I forget you? The way you comfort, every time I shed a tear you were there taking away my fear How could I forget you? You are the most beautiful person I've ever met Your smiles and your love are true i feel safe, and every time you sing a song I feel beautiful, especially when you ended up saying, I love you.
a father's love is really the best.
How can someone love me if I'm too broken?
If my scars are visible and **** If I keep too many secrets unspoken And my heart is always unhappy How can someone love me if I'm shattered? I am a hard puzzle you can't ever solve The pieces of me are scattered And i am difficult to dissolve How can someone love me if I don't even love myself? If I'm the one who sends trouble If I'm like an old book stock in a shelf And a boring girl who doesn't go out from her bubble So how can someone love me if I'm locked up in a cage And too broken like a crumpled page.
You were blind
And I am blindly in love You can't see the world nor I am You told me to change my mind I didn't, instead I made myself your eyes It was happy being in love with you Despite that you lack something, you were happy too Yet you were sad because you can't see me and make me happy So it's time to return the happiness you gave me I gave you my eyes And I was blind You were happy to see the world for the first time You noticed me and asked me who am I I said I am the girl who stayed by your side I held your face, you cried I wiped it with my thumb and smiled "Don't cry, love. Take care of the gift I gave you. Keep it, I want you to see the world by using the things i treasured."
How can I write a poem if I am stucked?
If my feelings are unfathomable My words from my mouth can't be plucked And my thoughts are so unexplainable How can I write a poem if I stopped bleeding? If my heart stops to function And my lungs stops breathing And my skin starts breaking to explosion How could I write a poem if my soul is dead? If my flesh starts to rotten If the tears in my eyes I couldn't shed And the memories I made was forgotten How could I write a poem if from the beginning I have no feelings And humans are also the reason why I stopped thinking.
Hello poetry! It's been a while since the day I last posted here. It's just that my heart is not in the place to write and my ideas faded. But I'm back!
Another day has passed by
The moon illuminates up high Shining through the window's blinds The cold wind begun to crawl behind The crickets I hear made me unknot Such a stressful day for a youth A day of harrassment became so blunt A part of me was lost like a missing tooth I was intimidated by the fact The truth that I was bullied by the society Daggers of words are still intact Cornering me in a room full of despondency I let people disgust me I let them misjudge my sincerity I let the day becomes my misery I let the day becomes the night of melancholy Tick-tock-tick-tock Here it comes, it's three o'clock It's time for happiness until five It's the moment of being alive Finally, I have found peace Where my heart is feeling glee In a jocund room that I please A room that has Him and me It was then three o'clock; where my soul peacefully lays Wandering like a soft cloud And the chirping of birds play I thank God for being loved.
Roses are red
Violets are blue Like the waves in the ocean I'll continue loving you. But these roses aren't red And violets aren't exactly blue Even though you turn 28 You still manage to look like 22.
No matter what I'll continue loving you.