Your presence is like a gun without a bullet
Terrorising, but not enough to kill me.
And to ask if I want to see
To assume that you'll ask me
You secretively doubt,
Words trapped in your mouth.
Your ignorance is like scissors without handles
Cutting right through me, you dismantle.
So if I was to shut up
You wouldn't only ignore me
Instead you will sit there
Without even trying, you'll bore me.
Your passion is like a summer without some fun
Weary, blunted...You acknowledge no one.
And if I were to invite you to a party
You will immediately shout no!
And that's just all -
Silence will fill my life's afterword.
Your existence is like the world
Your deep oceans take up 70% of me
Your lands make up my worth.
And I cry because I can't understand why I care so much.
And I cry because I know I can't organise my thoughts in a rush.
Why, are you an alien?
Even tigers and lions have compassion.
Who even knows what you are.
Just goes to explain how you must be trapped in a jar .
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The End of a New Beginning
PoetryIt's too late now. We just have to move on. The memory keeps appearing on my mind. I can't seem to forget it. It constantly makes me recall back to that very day. It was rather disturbing. I am desperate for answers.... Time passed as I waited pati...
