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kthmnds Mar 2018
Maybe I have known myself for too long
That I have found every faults to correct in me
And makes it hard to believe
The appreciation worth saying
Or the criticism worth telling
All somehow odd to imagine
But how do they see me
And how I see mine
When I look at the mirror and smile?
When I try to look at my best
When I forced
And have felt
When I fake, blink and see
When I speak, how can they find beauty in me?
kthmnds Mar 2018
you walk with such grace
you walk in fast pace
i could still see your face
but your feet bring you away

unsurprisingly, you are unreachable
in no doubt
you closed the doors
you know how to stop them
you never want to get disturbed

i know
i see
you only guard yourself

but how can i pour myself
when the cup is sealed,
when every book is closed,
when every eye is shut,
when every smile is stopped?

i could only see you from afar
walking still fast
with a book in your hand
still walking in such grace

i tried to map your destination
yet you choose to be far
you choose to go away
for you are still
unsurprisingly unreachable
i do not even know your place

in silence, i am smiling
and my silent cries pressed against the walls
i stopped them to reach you
because i think
you also do not need to know my place.
i made this poem for the person who is impossible to be mine

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