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 Oct 2014 Bennet Sarkis
Prodigy
This is the last time I’ll see you,
the last chance to tell
just what it is about you,
that’s captured me so well.

I came so close to saying,
I came so close, you know.
How I wish you were staying,
but perhaps it’s best you go.

Maybe I’ll move on now,
now that you are gone.
I’d say I’ll forget somehow,
but we both know I’d be wrong.

They say first love never dies,
how am I to know?
Love- a word that never applies,
emotions that never show.

I said I don’t believe in love,
it’s simply not for me.
But then push came to shove,
and suddenly I could see.

You’re the perfect one for me,
but, alas, I’ve let you go.
To point out the things that we could be
is the lowest of the low.

Love is still shrouded in doubt,
at least for me, for now.
But so close to learning what it’s about,
you slipped away somehow.

This is goodbye, I’m moving on,
I hope you’ll understand.
I’d like to think that with you gone,
I’ll return from this dreamland.

This is goodbye, this is farewell,
it’s been fun indeed.
I hope you’ll return with stories to tell,
Something tells me you’ll succeed.
A poem I wrote a little while ago which is, unfortunately, still relevant.
Just because I slam one door,
Doesn't mean more won't open.

Just because I'm smiling now,
Doesn't mean I'm not shattering into a billion pieces inside.

Just because I cheer people up,
Doesn't mean I'm not feeling down.

Just because I run away,
Doesn't mean I've given up.

Just because I turn around and ignore you,
Doesn't mean I'll let it go...
And it definitely doesn't mean you've won.
Sometimes, some things or people in life just aren't worth your time.
 Oct 2014 Bennet Sarkis
Skai
He's beautiful,
but he's not mine to touch.
How many times do I have to die to keep on living?
How many stars do I have to burn to keep on breathing?
How many tires have to be flat to stop me from crashing?
How many starts do I have to stop from the beginning?

How many lives do I have to live to have one that's my own?
How many burns do I have to inflict to feel my own bones?
How many lies do I have to tell to feel that I've grown?
How many times will I have to hide to not be alone?
too many.

— The End —