On a day like this,
When the sky flutters its lids,
And the Sun slowly falls asleep.
Perhaps were you gazing at the sunset like me?
On a day like this,
When the clouds cried in spurts and fits,
The power was out; there was no electricity.
Perhaps were you by the window-sill like me?
On a day like this,
The sky in its greyest bliss,
And the chilling breeze that breezed by.
Perhaps were you listening to the same song as I?
On a day like this,
Adversities filling up my list,
And the room echoed with my gentle sighs.
Perhaps you were the voice that told me not to cry?
On a day like this,
From doing wrongs I couldn't resist,
When I was bout to cross the limits, perhaps it was you?
Who made me hesitate; stopping me from what I was to do.
On a day like this,
When I was blinded by more than just the mist,
And suddenly; a light lit up my way.
Perhaps; was that you on that day?
On a day like this,
The thunder roared for every bolt the sky spit,
My heart raced like a thousand flitting wings.
Perhaps it was your voice that I heard sing?
On a day like this,
I wonder, if I'm ever missed,
By those who know me and those who don't.
But it was you, who I missed the most.
On a day like this,
Of all the things I reminisced,
Was that day, when you left my side.
And all that was left was my barely-sane mind.
On a day like this,
I hope you return; I know you exist,
The happiness in me should be back someday.
Perhaps you'll come back to me someday?
On a day like this,
Where all I do is live,
I look up at the sky.
And I see you; the girl who lived until she died.
On a day like this,
I'm being shattered to bits,
How is it that you keep me alive?
Perhaps you want me to care for myself this time?
But on a day like this,
The skies will bow down and grant me a wish,
And I'll wish for your life, I made a mistake last time.
I shouldn't have killed the girl; the girl in me who smiled.
Perhaps she'd be fine, if she were living my life?
Perhaps she'd be fine, a fallen star yet to rise?
Perhaps she'd be fine, she was the sole purpose I was kept alive?
Perhaps she'd be fine, and she'd have become the hero given time?
But on a day like this,
I wonder if this is it,
My capabilities end here, while her future was to be bright.
The day she left, I had no more days; only an eternal silent night.
~LonelyComets
31.8.18
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The Falling Stars
Poetry"For every tear that fell from her eyes// A bright star came falling from the sky" Just poems.... uhhh... yeah :) Poems that basically pop up in my head at like 3am ... and are formulated over an hour or two. That ... or it was inspired by a dream :...
