the once quiet days i heard you call for me,
i peacefully answered you
but overtime your voice has gotten much weaker
sometimes i look for you, sometimes i don't.
sometimes i look all around and see you there
but now, i have missed you on many occasions
you spoke to me, i rejected you
and now i look for you, but you do not seek me.
i crave your attention, but you do not hear me.
i ask for you to give me some time,
but now you're too busy for me,
like i was to you.
perhaps this is karma. maybe it's not.
your voice is so hard to hear, despite,
despite the fact that i try so hard.
maybe you do call me, and knock on my door
perhaps the noise i hear that buzzes
in my head makes it too hard to hear.
will you call for me again?
or am i too hopeless to help?
have those days long gone cannot be regained?
i have lost, i have learned, but i still do not know
will you come back to me?
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Anthology of Random Thoughts
PoetryAn area of random prose. When inspiration strikes, and there's a thought, here it is. I only ask that you (my dear reader) do not write very harsh criticisms, some of these are really dark thoughts and some of them are - my way to heal. If you know...