You called
I answered
A friend
To me
Though, to you,
As you say : "You are special. And I care for you."
And how would it be?
To love such as me?
Have I been so desperate
That I have bewitchèd you subconsciously?
But seriously
Do I really deserve your custody?
Your care?
Your love?
Your conscious understanding?
Do a withered flower really be picked for its beauty?
Be cautious, for I
A fun-loving girl
Outside a shell made for mankind
Though it's just gloom and endless gloom inside
Cautious, are you not?
For I remain a mystery
A tragedy inside
But you must still dig deep
For in this seemingly endless emptiness of my soul
I still have it in me to love
Though trust must be waved
Thoroughly so precise
And just then, could you embrace me
In a longing open area
A scenery of night or afternoon
The which will not ever be forgotten.
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Let It Drizzle
Поэзияcollection of poems that define one's mind. A poem for some memory and throught that 'I' have. Though, would it really be that special if I said it's for my self....?
