When I was younger I was easily stressed Now that I'm older I've come to realize that I've wasted a lot of time worrying about things I had no control over I didn't have control over it then And I don't have control over it now Every time I go through a bad time in my life It makes the previous times seem less bad It's then that I ask myself, why the hell didn't you just enjoy yourself What you were stressed about seems so insignificant now It's like looking at a picture of a past love You almost always ask yourself ... What was the fuss about ... And somehow they never appear as pretty as you had remembered them to be The veil has come off and the ******* truth has been exposed Like the man who is hungover in the blistering sun It never goes down well And no one wants to be twice a fool ...
Dark shadows enfold my heart that I gave you to hold. Every time you walk past, without even an hello, Omni, I get so cold as if my soul will freeze then fold
Your being completed me, so tell me Omni, how is it that your strong and bold when my being has disappeared, from what your eye's use to behold. I'm as a withered plant, without your sun I'm done. The end of my species, never to see the sun.
Oh but when you did grace me not too long ago to bloom, I was the most beautiful in the room! * Thank you for that.
A metaphoric piece written for a kindred soul, a poet here by the name of @Omni. A fond kindness that I have developed for this poet as if we were souls that have once met and I'll never meet him in this lifetime.