Dammit! I cannot stay normal anymore
Just thinking about you made me smile then frown,
Even though you are no where near a hundred miles,
I laughed when I heard you, but then those laugh turned into sobs,
I still remember every moment we shared
I sit, remember them and cry on the stairs,
I write for you
I cry for you
I die for you,
Found out all those months were just pretended,
None of it was real
But now it feels,
Right or wrong?
I do not know, but i'm here stressing myself out on poems and songs,
After all the twenty pieces I wrote till now
I still remember you and am left saying a 'wow',
You are not getting out of my head anytime now
At least that is what I know,
Never going back
Staying on the right or wrong track,
Confused, shattered and sad
Should I be glad?
For whatever I had
Or feel bad?
For the things that made me sad,
I am messed up, so is this world
And I'm just curled up,
In my own space
Thinking if I should keep up my pace
Stand up and show my face,
Questions flare up in my head
I cannot concentrate or sleep in my bed,
Without the answers I need,
No one would notice
That I cannot focus,
No one would know
That I struggle to go with the flow,
No one would care
About how much I fear,
From everything
Like:
Dreams of having a king
The dreams of having a purposeful ring
The dreams of having to sing,
Without anyone thinking of me as a joke
Which hurts and adds another stroke,
Of pain
Like being tied to a chain
Or not having enough confidence to gain
Being so plain
Or people calling me insane,
For nothing,
I can stand up for myself
I can gain the confidence after reading the books on my bookshelf,
That are about people standing up
But will they make fun
For falling in love and getting done?
Will they make fun?
When I am playing with your paper gun?
Will they make fun?
When I am single and just one?
Will they make fun?
That I never won?
Will they?
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The 5th line: I laughed when I heard you but then those laugh turned into sobs
This means that I heard him in my memories that made me laugh, but then made me cry as I realised the memories are just memories.
So far this is my favorite poem I have written so let me know what you think. Till then, Adios Amigos!
XOXO
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PoetryThe words do not have to rhyme because they hold something far more valuable than words. They hold emotions, feelings and much more. Completed ✔ ________________________ Highest Rankings: #1 in abandoned-- 28/2/2019 #2 in dailythoughts-- 6/7/2019 ...
