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There was a day, When my fingers could not keep count, Of the number of friends I had. But those days are like a fairytale, Never to return again. They’ve all slipped through my fingers, And I’m sorry for what I’ve done. Even though to me, It’s unknown, Like a mystery. Maybe I should summon Nancy Drew. What went wrong ? Maybe I wasn’t good enough for you. Maybe I was just too much for you, Too overwhelming. Maybe I was too much of a luggage for you to carry around, Too emotional. Maybe I got too heavy And you decided to place me into the middle of the road- To take on the whole world in my hands, That can barely hold a dime, -or just to watch the world move on. Maybe I was just too dark, And relied on that blade too much. Maybe I’m not pretty enough, And my scars are too scary for you. Or maybe it’s because I’m D i f f e r e n t, Just maybe, It’ll always be maybe because you just disappeared. Without leaving a message or note. If it’s just to say: “Talk to you soon”, Even if it’s not soon. You just stopped saying “Hi”, And stopped showing that you ‘cared’ I’m sorry for being me, But it’s okay, ‘cause if I was in your place, I wouldn’t even stop to say “Hello” to me.
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
Lost friends
There was a day, When my fingers could not keep count, Of the number of friends I had. But those days are like a fairytale, Never to return again. They’ve all slipped through my fingers, And I’m sorry for what I’ve done. Even though to me, It’s unknown, Like a mystery. Maybe I should summon Nancy Drew. What went wrong ? Maybe I wasn’t good enough for you. Maybe I was just too much for you, Too overwhelming. Maybe I was too much of a luggage for you to carry around, Too emotional. Maybe I got too heavy And you decided to place me into the middle of the road- To take on the whole world in my hands, That can barely hold a dime, -or just to watch the world move on. Maybe I was just too dark, And relied on that blade too much. Maybe I’m not pretty enough, And my scars are too scary for you. Or maybe it’s because I’m D i f f e r e n t, Just maybe, It’ll always be maybe because you just disappeared. Without leaving a message or note. If it’s just to say: “Talk to you soon”, Even if it’s not soon. You just stopped saying “Hi”, And stopped showing that you ‘cared’ I’m sorry for being me, But it’s okay, ‘cause if I was in your place, I wouldn’t even stop to say “Hello” to me.
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
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