Why are we born
wishing for someone to love us.
Rather than making it
happen ourselves.
I thought,
Love was as simple
as how water flows.
The older i grew,
the more complicated it got.
How do you handle
one complicated thing after another?
Why is it, at our most lonely times,
we wander in our minds.
For the broken hearted,
They wonder when they'll ever meet
someone who'll treat them right.
For the unloved ones,
Simply, When will they ever feel like
someone, friend or foe, loves them?
Why do memories,
come crashing towards us
on every mood we expierence?
I am longing for the childhood
that i iknow isn't yet finished
but partly is.
How much longer does it
take till you're called an adult?
Most kids want to grow up.
I don't get why.
I don't get why they have this concept,
that when we grow up,
we are free.
Let me tell you something,
An adult is as trapped
as a child can ever be.
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Little Short Poems
شِعرHere are a few of my really short poems, and sometimes, their just quotes. so yeah i hope you like them! :) please comment and vote (:
