Love made me love the way I felt about myself,
The way I'd get lost in thoughts and wander free,
The way I'd build castles upon rocks by the sea,
The way I'd caress blooming buds in gardens I roamed.
Then I wouldn't know it's a dangerous habit,
Then I didn't know it's scary to be an addict,
That one day I'll break into reality,
That one day it'll all be just a dream.
And when the day came, I had to repeat,
To my silly heart that you're not a foe,
That the feelings taken granted and thoughts unheard,
Weren't out of hatred, was just neglect.
In plain sight, it's just ignorance, a choice,
So unknowingly, not unwillingly made,
A pattern so obvious not to notice,
Every dot to give, no dash to receive.
All the wasted ecstasy now draining out,
Utmost happinesses now lasting seconds,
Giving way to dooms of unappreciation,
Of thoughts and actions going unvalidated.
Understand now that with the winds to and away,
The distant sounds go louder and feebler,
Thoughts come lashing like waves, one after the other,
Some strong, some weak, some bellow, some weep.
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Void Of Morsels- Poetry
PoetryEvery attempt I made at poetry has been collected inside this book. All good, and bad. Inside, are those poems directly related to my life and otherwise. Thank you, most valuable reader, for taking your time here.
