I'm so bored and tired.
Fun and joy is what I desired.
Now left in my room,
Waiting to meet my doom.
My dreams faded,
Nightmares invaded.
Nothing to save me,
I'm like a water flea.
My life's a debris,
I'm sure you can see.
Writing a poem right now,
Wondering how.
This might be absurd
But I'm still unheard.

From the very beginning
When I fell hard for you
Running on feelings that I kept denying
Slipping into your river vein that drowns me
Tripping over your anger, sarcasm, flaws
And everything that you pushed away
It was all beautiful

You are beautiful

I want everything
And I made a promise to myself.
I want to love you till the very end.

Many poems I read seem so sad
The poems fills your eyes with tears
This doesn't mean the poems are bad
But sometimes a poem should be filled with cheer

There is so much beauty to write about
Not just lost love, fears, screams and shouts

A poem can be about
Flowers or trees
A poem can be about
Crystal blue seas

A poem can be about
a ring of smoke
Or a beautiful girl
Or about the beauty
We find in this world

I thought we had a thing,
But it was all a fraud.
That feeling was really something
Now it just feels really odd.
I thought you were the one,
I guess I was a fool.
All this can't be undone.
Being used like a tool,
It was all my mistake.
Falling for you,
Now this pain really aches.
I've tried doing things anew.
I hope you're doing well
Cause I'm rotting in *Hell