I have made up so many scenarios
About how we could meet one day
And how you would react.
But then again, I hope I never do
You see, I have changed
You knew the innocent me
The person prepared to take a bullet for you
And now, she has been drowned
And no longer exists
I think if you ever talk to me
Again after year or months
I might scare you or even impress you
You see, I would wait for the bullet to hit you,
Then thank you for your time.
So when we eventually meet one day
Don't be surprised when I don't recognise you
I changed.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry at its finest
PoesiaThese are written metaphorically. If you understand what they mean. It probably means it was written and you needed to see it. If you relate to any of these comment a "💛" and we can talk if your willing to
