I want it to rain,
I want it to shower,
I want it to drain,
I want it to thunder.
I try to smile, I try to dance
But I know,
That's not how I feel.
I want to shout, at everyone
But I know,
That's not something like me.
Yes, I'm the youngest
And I don't like them fighting...
I laugh every time,
Pretending the ecstasy all over again,
But there was something
empty inside me,
Dug by the renegades of the past, too deep.
It might be easy
to say that it's all nothing,
But little does anyone know
that I write poem to keep myself intact.
The friends, promised to stay forever;
The days, bounded to the clovers;
We're just the dreams,
on the sundays,
so rear,
When I had nothing to say...
YOU ARE READING
Ocean of words
PoetryThese are the ocean of words, I can't talk them out or hide, I wanna shout them to the world, But my courage is long gone in the tides...
