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said i loved empty rooms
because they were all i had
didn't even know friends
could make you not feel like crap
didn't know relationships
were not supposed to feel so bad
In these pages, in these words we will always exist
Because a clock can’t contain compassion
Not in the way we do
Because gears will only let love fall through
Will only grind it to nothing
But here
These pages may yellow with time
And crinkle in tears
The edges may rip from use
But this story
Will always be here
Running from the clock
And the calendars
Time will not stop this
For as fast as it runs out
It will never catch us
Why
is hiding easier
than telling?

Why
is secrets
the best solution?

Why
does
it
continue?


I suppose I'm not better
all I do is hide
the proof I find

I don't want to keep doing it


I can't
I love like a fool
been talking to myself lately.
Heaven rained on me,
I breathed in the petrichor,
Bathed in the downpour.
I have sinned,
So destroy me,
With your rain.
We didn't want to be in your country
In this first place,
You dragged us to your country.
On our backs we built the future.
You called us different nasty names,
Reduced us to animals
Despite all the degradation
We made it still.
Shame on you.
It's painful being you right now.
The more you make us feel small
The bigger we are, we define ourselves.
We are real deal, we are love
Of course yes, we are BLACKS
flowers
exist
in all
different sizes
and colors

and they
never feel
bothered
by a different
flower

so why
can't we be
like flowers?
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