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Nov 2016
Who I am, anyway?
I don't know myself either.

Why I loved you this much, anyway?
You make me feel like I'm worth it and then you left like I never mattered.

How long does heartbreak last,anyway?
Most of them said it doesn't matter, when your heart broken.

Why I cried a lot, anyway?
The dark side of me said that wasting my time.

Am I wrong?

I let you to be my air, I thought you were my oxygen but you are carbon dioxide.

I let you to be my eyes, I thought you were guide me to a beautiul place, but I'm lost in the maze.

I let you to be my brain, I thought you were makes me smarter, not anymore, I'm such a fool.

I let you to be my heart, within' it I feel you were the right person, no you are not.

I want to kiss you ,hug you tight, holding your hands.
I want to touch your cheeks, your hair.
I want to see ur smile, your laugh.

I want you, to love me, anyway.
This one for someone that 14 would be his favorite number.
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