I wonder when will be the last time we up and move.
When I see my belongings in boxes,
When I promises make and lies soothe,
When I am a meek lamb thrown to the foxes.
I get a knot in my stomach with each memory.
When I was so nervous, my lungs failed me,
When I am too comfortable to feel comradery,
When there silver linings in clouds appeared to be.
I loathe the pre-relocation casualties.
When I move away, my friends are dead to me,
When I no longer feel melancholy over discrepancies,
When broken promises and secrets are revealed.
I am not a good friend to make or to be.
When you come too close, I up and leave,
When I am no longer any company to keep,
When super close becomes room to breathe.
I am easy to forget and intricate to remember.
When up all nights become leave a message at the beep,
It is odious work to recollect the reminiscence of me, surrender!
Was I even real? Or did you imagine me?
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That poem, my watt-mates, was written by one of my best friends! She is not a famous poet ( or a poet full stop) but she wrote a poem and i liked so here we are.
Stay tuned for more poetry and emotion...
ps: she also has a wattpad novel so go and check it out! Its called "THE MOON AND MARS" !!!!
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PoezieIt's time to escape to the beautiful world of Poetry. I Love love love poetry and I don't think it's fully appreciated. Therefore I hope you will enjoy the works of some brilliant poets. Find heart in their words. I take absolutely no credit for th...
