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Born Confused Apr 2017
Have you ever see
Beyond a catastrophe?
The horrid sights afterwards
Is not what I mean
But
The sudden realization
From the acute moment that it brings
Where we learn
To have human value again
Things happen for at least a reason. Don't seek its fault, seek the wisdom behind the incident.
Born Confused Apr 2017
You, sir, I wish I know
How did you do it
And you, sir, will never know
How bad I wish I could deny it
But yes.
Somehow
I am charmed by you

Never have I
Expect to feel this way again
With just a simple meeting
A messed up one, I insist
You swayed me
To your rhythm of melody
Now my heart dance
To the music which I
Happily sing along

I wasn't sure of my heart
I'm fond of you
That, I know, and I'm sure about
But is it something more?
Or is it just a fulfillment
Of my loneliness and bore?

But, sir, my fingers froze
To write to you
To even send a simple hello
Let alone to tell you how I feel

I am amused of myself
How I able to write here about you
But so, very, disappointed
That I don't have the courage to write to you
So here we are
At a point
Where no one said a single word no more
Strangers again. With memories
And how I wish
It didn't turn out this way
And how I miss
The conversations I had with you

And so I wish you read this space
In hopes the feelings get to you
Edit: No explanation needed. We turned out to be just as I expected. Strangers with memories

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