"becausse" poems
We live we dream we smile but are we really free?
i honestly can say that freedom isnt in my heart becausse my heart was stolen by a perfect blue eyed smiling boy who said he loved me then left me there to think bout what i did to deserve the world taken from me he said hes sorry but my heart is still not with me?
so is freedom real? no everybody is ruled by someone or some thought that their mind body and soul desired to think too be there king or queen, can someone explain
to me why we are "free"
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
On what we call life ,
We notice to promise a lot.
You can promise to keep a secret ,
You can promise to never change.
You can pledge a I love you
And you can promise everything else.
But in the end ,
Does It actually mean something ?
Many of us are not realistic ,
We live in our little world of lies.
And it’s alright.
Becausse it’s all we’ve got.
And you realize it doesn’t not make sense.
Life makes no sense at all.
It makes no sense to miss something you never had,
It makes no sense to love something that does not love you back.
But even though, you do.
You miss,
You love,
And that's how it goes.
Nothing really makes sense,
We actually know nothing about no one.
Our whole world is based on not knowing.
And we choose to believe in whatever we want.
No one has the right to say it’s wrong.
We will still believe in something.
We can not promise anything.
Because nothing is as it is .
But the day you go to pledge again
Please note that we can not
Promise eternal love,
Or promise absolute perfection.
Nothing is perfect,
Nothing is true ,
Everything is our imagination.
We can only promise
To be always ourselfs
Because it's the only thing
That will always be as it is.
Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC