051317, SATURDAY, 00:55
Don't Know
I thought I am doing it right
Turns out I don't know all along
I thought I am having a fight
Finding my place to belong
To be good at something is what I dream
Dreams fill my days and longing
But I can't do a thing 'cause I don't know
I am not so sure of what to do
I thought I had the quality to write something good
To get deep, dark or whatever as I should
I thought what I say actually makes sense
Turns out I don't know what it takes and means
I am tired comparing myself though
So what if I am nothing but shallow?
At least I got to weave words and put them new meaning
Though lacking aesthetics and symbolism, they got me beaming
So sorry if my poetry is actually not your kind of finery
If my deepness is not the one for show
If my ability is not what you are seeking
At least I am doing something, me I am resolving
01:02, FRIDAY, 051317
YOU ARE READING
My Poetic Finery
PoetryWhen you are stressed, how do you cope? When you feel too excited, too enamoured, not doped? And when you are sad and feeling blue? How do you exactly change your hue? Me? Time and time again, I have been always feeling lost Not knowing what to do t...
