Paper and pen with a blank mind so whatever.
I wanna write something but I feel nothing so it doesn't matter.
My dress, bag, pen and notebook are blue,
And so does my heart, it's because of you.
Yesterday I was sad because I don't wanna talk to you,
But at the same time I've could've tell you all my clues.
They're your friends now, I'm already a nobody,
I was scared to let them know you, but fate's not my buddy.
I couldn't unlove you like the others.
You love that girl, and I got nothing, so I was hopeless.
She got beauty, kindness, and brains,
Just like me, but I'm crazy writing your name.
It's been more than a hundred days but I haven't learned my lesson,
I'm breaking my own heart because I'm no better for you.
I wish I didn't met you in the first place.
I just wish you wouldn't let me be your only space.
YOU ARE READING
LIFE GOES ON
PoetryMore poems to write, more stories to tell. Letting life speak for itself. Start: October 23, 2023 Finish: June 28, 2024