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You practised yellow journalism
with gusto.

Now your eyes can see everything
only in yellow.
I am drowning
In my own
Inadequacy
And only I
Can pull me out.
I have not kicked out the devil in me even after I turned into a poet.
It's been night and day,
Since I met you, that fated day.
I've enjoyed every adventure, every battle,
as long as I'm with you,
Happiness is what awaits me, everyday.
Roses are red
The skies are all grey
It's been 8 years
And I'm STILL not okay.
(I promise)
I am a troll
This I know
Digging for buried gems
Sometimes it takes finessing
Sometimes it's confrontation
But there's usually a gem in there
Upon some contemplation
I bug some people
Really much
Lots of troll-hating
But digging for some hidden gems
Should not be a sin
I am too emotional.
I am overbearing.
I am too reliant.
I am simply too much.

That's what you say.
And that's alright.

I love you,
but sometimes I wish I didn't.
Sometimes I wish to escape,
but that's the part I keep to myself.
I see the leaves     waving
at me  

I feel the sun's warmth    giving me a   kiss

I take a drink
                           from the hydrating wind
I saw her walking by
A true beauty of life and
I know that she saw me to and
She took my breath away
On this warm sunny day
A true beauty of life
Oh Lord a true beauty of life
And I've never loved anyone
As much as I've loved you
On that beautiful sunny day
And I've never loved anyone
As much as I loved you that day
And I'm a fool to let you go
A true beauty of life,
But it's me who's is hurting now
And I should have known
Never to hurt you she's a
A true beauty of life
And it's me who'll hurt forever in life.
My Life 🤐♥️🙏🥺🥺🥺
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