Why I still love you?
Why to all the people here in the earth
Why it is you...
Your the person that I thought the right one for me but unfortunately your not
But why I still love you and care for you even tho..you don't care about me anymore! Why?
I need to know the reason why!?
If I know that your not the right person for me I should control myself...
To not falling in love with you
I'm so tired of crying those eyes that you can't event see, Why? Did you make me fall in love with you and in the end your going to leave it's really hurt me a lot..
I still love you so much, but what can I do if you doesn't love me anymore ....
Just want you to know that I'm always here for you .
I'm trying to do all the things to forget you but still your here in my heart I don't know why I can't forget you maybe I love you so much that I can even sacrifice my life for you?!
Why it is not enough for you? I've miss you so much and I love you so much
I don't know the reason why I fall for you the only thing I know that I love you
And I'm happy to be with you
Your the reason why I smile everyday
Hope you can read this
Hi this is my first poem I just love to write poem btw I'm Ayeza new here hope you like it
What if life is a dream
And dying is the only way to wake up?
Will you get reincarnated?
Will you lose all of your memories of your life before you died?
Will you forget all of your loved ones?
Will they forget you as well?
If you do "wake up" and you did get reincarnated
Will you get stuck in another dream as well?
What if life is a dream,
Does that mean that life is a lie?
Everything you had
Everyone you loved
YOU never existed
The thought scares me
A poem full of my "What ifs" thoughts
I wonder where your mind takes you
when you're silent.
I wonder what your voice says to you
when you're in bed
or what scenarios could be playing
in your head.
Do you think of something new and exciting?
Something logical or political?
Do you think about only yourself or others too?
Or do you think of something impossible to understand
but not for you.
I wonder how you approach your mind,
I wonder what secrets you hide:
I wonder about the thoughts that comfort you in sadness,
saves you from madness.
The thoughts that give you balance and guidance,
maintenance and sustenance.
I wonder what dreams you dream while you sleep,
What thoughts do you hear while you're unconscious and defenseless.
I wonder what really is in your heart,
because the answers to these questions
is what truly sets us apart.
I'd love it if some of you actually answer some of these questions. I'd love to get to know your soul, unfiltered.
I left my heart back in Kiev,
found my soul in South Korea.
I dreamed of the northern lights,
and saw a shooting star in Paris.
I lost my virginity in Ibiza,
drank too much up in Dublin.
I ran in the streets of Ljubljana,
and drove with windows down in Sydney.
I dream of cities I’ve never been to when I go to sleep at night.
I want a man to love
I keep wishing to the heavens above
Because I feel like Im a lonely dove
A lonely bird wishing to be loved.
Why is it so unfair??
I know people who's looks isn't fair
But they find some who'll give them care
While here I am and can only stare...
I wonder, to my life, when will he come?
And where will he come from?
Is meeting him gonna be like school prom?
Oh how I can't wait for that time to come.
I want something serious and reall,
I wonder how will that feel?
Feelings stronger than steel,
Power they say that overcomes fear.
I can't wait any longer...
How long do I have to wait further??
I hope to have a bond that is stronger...
I want us now to be together.
I'm lonely as ****, I need a boyfriend
Man, it is so disappointing.
I get close to exploring
another human’s mind.
A minute or two
as I share truths
and expect her to
present hers to,
but generally I get
She either gets ******
or merely dismisses
my curious persistence,
and I find myself
alone in a never-ending pursuit
that I never get to share.
Deep within the dense forest
Of your mind
Lies a treasure chest
That lies collecting dust,
A pity for such a valuable thing--
Maybe its time to open it?
You have the key.
Waking from a short sleep
From the curtains I did take a peep,
The sky it did look **** I did say
Was something wicked on its way.
Pondering within the present moment
Feeling intrigued about what it meant,
Had I woken from a dream into reality
Or was it the reality of a dream to me
Visions of late I'm sure we've all had
Pain and suffering it's just so sad,
Thoughts of nuclear nightmares
Clasping hands we'd say our prayers.
Returning to the window we go
Waiting to see if the sun will glow,
Then it appeared orange blood red
Picturing Mysterious skies sat on my bed.
Wrote this after waking this morning and seeing how the skies changed so quickly, from whitish blue to almost dark sand.
Do you ever drive
By a city or town in the dead of night
About the people within?
How many are in debt from school?
How many have gone to bed with the love of their life?
How many are trying to hide family troubles behind locked doors?
Is the world's next Einstein in there?
Hollywood's next rising star?
How many go to bed afraid of coming out to their friends?
How many have some buds they'd die for in that town?
How many struggle day in and out, fleeing from a substance?
How many go through a routine each day, afraid to do more but afraid of leaving their path?
How many jot down ideas for that play they want to write on a napkin?
Is there a future president in there?
A poet of unparalleled verse?
How many people
Go from day to day in that city
Thinking they're alone in their problems
While surrounded by people who also think that?
What's going on
In those unlit houses of the city
Where the human mind resides?
Thoughts from a 4am bus ride in Georgia.