I have yet to understand why I’m so worried
I have yet to understand the reason I cry
I have yet to understand how to smile without it hurting
I have yet to understand where I intend to go
I have yet to understand who is it that I must find
I have yet to understand what it is that I’m searching
I have yet to understand when I will grow up
I have yet to understand why do I always feel watched
I have yet to understand the reason I cannot let lose and enjoy
I have yet to understand where it is I will lose my first kiss
I have yet to understand who will be my first true love
I have yet to understand my fascinations in arts: in literature, in fine art, in cooking, in fashion, in design, in building, in what I aspire to be.
I have yet to understand why is it that I am the way I am, that I change due to the inserted dyes, to the coloured inks, to the blow of the wind, to the gust of the breeze.
I have yet to understand me…
who am I?
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I understand or at least know the answer to some of these.
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Midnight Writings
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I've written over a period of time. They range from a few personal pieces to pieces about simple things or day to day reality. Most of my pieces are just words that cross my mind that fall into a poem without me e...
