I made a mistake; thinking ahead,
I usually stay between the lines,
Loving what I have, rather than being led,
Avoiding all confusion and signs,
But now I have an abandoned notebook in my hand,
No lines written, only regret in command.
I made a mistake; being attached too fast;
Now I'm left with sleepless nights,
And a heart tattered in cast,
My eyes didn't always burn with those lights,
As I gazed upon the abandoned notebook in my hand,
No lines spoken, no space given to understand.
I made a mistake; creeping ahead of the line,
A crossing I didn't mean to cross,
A line disrupting what should've been mine,
Now I was only left with sorrow and loss,
As I opened the abandoned notebook in my hand,
No lines read, ruining everything that was planned.
I made a mistake; speaking,
Now I'm scared of being what I was,
Why my head won't stop it's shrieking?
Constantly ringing, "You ain't nothin' but a lost cause"
As I wrote in the abandoned notebook in my hand,
A line made, after being banned.
I made a mistake; thinking of her all the time,
Now my mind is corroding, as she departs,
Am I a prisoner, being punished for my crime?
Now even a smile, shatters me in several parts.
As I closed the abandoned notebook in my hand,
I cannot leave it unwritten, even if I've lost my stand.
I will paint my heart in the notebook, as I hand her,
The abandoned notebook in my hand.
YOU ARE READING
The Path Of The Moon
PoesíaA collection of poetries I've written in the past few years, and the ones I'll write in the future as well. it's a magical journey which has emotional, romantic, sorrow, and tragedy everything within itself. I hope you like it.
