Was it worth the story to see me breaking? Do I look like a con? Do I look like I'm kidding? One thing I ask of you, love—just one thing But you're denied it on the backwater—everything It was a summer day but in June The weather was nice until the monsoon With the sky overcast, the downtrodden roads cry Where did it lead? Where do tears go when they dry? Now I figured that life is just a series of questions Often left unanswered because who gives us directions? They're the same thought, filed under different words truly Through the window, I hear only wind, whispering back to me
Was it worth the wait to watch me sinking? Do I look like my past seld—slowly craving The bittersweet droplets of blood splashed into the ceiling? They're still there—a painting when no one was looking We have been careful and we have been crass We stood so brazen, got enough going to be brash Where did life take us now, love? I wish to know I wish to see why you're out of this burning sorrow Where did you go in the middle of this storm? Where would you go had I not found where you're born? Love, there's too many fish in this sea of misery So sail now and bring my wasted life back to me
Due old forgotten roads are the source of regret It's a journey, isn't it? It's one hell until sunset We're unhappy—so much so—that you scream Into the night, drowning in deep in your dream The times of the past are gone into the wind Days of sweet passion leaking—who has sinned? No point trying to run from this—we're already here Like fiery beats comes truth from the unexpected rear Has life not taught us to expect what we most fear? What have you learned except killing what you hold dear? Because, love, your soul is what took me by storm, really I spent years in the depths just so I could get you back to me
Was it worth the glory to see me wreck my fate Do you feel like a god playing with fools as of late? It was a night well spent, love—I hope you're content I hope you had a blast ruining a painted landscape Words have patterns and perhaps destiny does too I'm hoping to see yours—tell me what's bothering you Without me, you could have done all you want So why are you here except to dine and hunt? But now I see you in the outskirts of town The one we used to call home which all came down For a hundred years, I thought I saw all there is to see Love, seeing you—how the past comes biting back to me
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I've had this poem idea since 2021 and it's taken me so long before I was able to write it. xD The thought of it had changed over time but it still contains my signature sadness and well...I have no idea what story this poem was trying to tell.
But yeah, most of my poems are just that—stories.
How about you? What story do you think this poem is trying to tell? Let me know in the comments below! :))
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