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What do you see?
when you look at me,
is it the same as what you say?
Tell me what you saw,
that made you love me,
or not,
Tell me,
girl of my dreams,
maybe it was true after all

What do they see,
when they look at me,
I wish I could hear what they said,
I just know it's not the same as hers,
I hear no love in their voices,
love,
is the difference,
they are blinded by the evil,
but what is shrouded in mystery,
born from fear,
shall stay hidden,
I wish I knew what they saw,
It may be true after all.
Part 1. I always wonder what people really think of me. Is it the same as who they say I am. Am I who they think I am?
My old friend,
the omniscient moon,
do you still chase the Sun?
you should settle for the stars,
they sing to you,
if you cannot see,
I selfishly ask,
guide me on the path,
to the treasure I seek,
that hates you so.
Thank you my friend but it's my turn to tell you it's time to move on from her.
A double-edged sword,
so pure,
jealous
and evil,
meant to comfort all that wield it,
All bow to it,
all long for it,
all perish in its wake.
Love is a weapon
Insecurities show our true nature,
I showed you who I am,
hand you a blade,
                                               my trust,
too many people have abused,
you too?
                           Stab me in my heart.
Help me.
                   I still breathe.
How can I love you?;
                                       Teach me.
But I leave you;
                            im back.
                    Now
In the water,
you are  swimming with me,
                                                    where?
Dr­owning beneath the waves;
                                                        I beg
                              Water
I am dying from thirst.
We were together but you were never mine
Dreams,
where I reside,
that's the only place I can love you,
It seems,
that sleep wants me no longer,
So I turn to eternal slumber.

Thoughts are blue.

Dreams,
that I despise,
they were nothing but lies,
I lost you when I found you,
My realizations are always late enough to hurt me.

Thoughts are red.

Dreams,
that I envy.
Someone had you first
he will have you last.
How long would I have occupied your heart?
I had you there and now,
but you were never mine.

Thoughts are green.

Dreams,
that I flee.
A world that I don't see you again,
you perish; I follow suit,
The reaper smiles,
Love is a cruel agent of death.

Thoughts are purple

Dreams,
where I am truly alone.
I long for you,
and her.
My heart the only Sun,
in this eternal blizzard
our failed love,
It burns until it turns to ice.

Thoughts are grey.

Dreams,
where I am truly at peace.
troubled by the sins of my past
in the future
I hope you'll move on
I hope you find out why

My thoughts betray me.

Dreams,
I'll see you soon.
My one true love,
I write this to you.
I stayed up for our doomed infatuation,
my eyes fail me now.
I'll miss you,
Girl of my dreams.
As I rest my head
on my pillow of broken promises
The reaper masked as the sandman
fulfills my dreams
of peaceful anarchy.

My thoughts are blank.
One of the first poems I have written and one of my longer ones. Thought it'd be a nice introduction to many of the themes I tend to explore in my writing. I love criticism and a thumbs up are appreciated if deserved of course.

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