Why I started to write?
Is it because it'll make me right?
Is it because my future will be bright?
It's because I had lost my light,
From something more than just a fight.
It started before her Thursday flight.
When I started to loss her sight,
Which makes me start to sigh,
Those feelings I held too tight,
Made me vulnerable, made me fright,
Having amnesia, I hope I tried,
Anxious in my heart started to unite.
That feeling, like a broken string of a flying kite,
The pain in my chest like a dog's bite,
But what calms me down from my inside,
Are poems I wrote which made me delight,
A poem a day might just made my heart reignite
Those sorrow,those pain, no longer my heart reside,
As poetry became the choice which I decide,
Therefore I started to write.
YOU ARE READING
Bittersweet
PoetryOur life consists of a few things -Happiness, Sadness, Regrets, Love, Disappointments. To me, I call them 'Bittersweet'. I started to write poems after an incident. An incident that I would never ever forget. I hope that the poem's I wrote could al...
