Oct 2011
I think I forgot how to smile.
Like a long past I love you.
I guess it’s okay for a while,
but not a long past adieu.
I really try to remember.
Even when all I want to do is watch the dying stars,
but it's a cold December.
Oh well, I guess there to far.
With a look that reflects apathetic,
I remain plain.
Its rather poetic,
or merely insane.
If only I knew how to smile.
Would you utter I love you.
I know it only for a while,
but this can't be adieu.
Like a long past I love you.
I guess it’s okay for a while,
but not a long past adieu.
I really try to remember.
Even when all I want to do is watch the dying stars,
but it's a cold December.
Oh well, I guess there to far.
With a look that reflects apathetic,
I remain plain.
Its rather poetic,
or merely insane.
If only I knew how to smile.
Would you utter I love you.
I know it only for a while,
but this can't be adieu.
I feel like every one goes through the feeling where they believe they will never smile again. I tried to grasp that in this poem, but have a slight hope that "Yes, right now it hurts, but I will heal."
