Hearts like ours know what it's like to feel forgotten by everyone.
Or to long for warmth of morning sun.
To feel alone and blue as a lake.
To try to forget for your own sake.
To dread the thought of their first kiss
That feeling of slight doubt and wondrous achy bliss.
Getting up from my table, catching the eyes of all the quiet people.
It's almost as if I look far enough out the window to see the nearest steeple.
I sit outside everyday though the cold burns my face.
A smile has become a saving grace.
Thoughts, words, and numbers go on endlessly in my mind.
My heart seeks out things it has yet to find.
The winter is cold, wrapped in a palette of grey.
Right now, flat rocks are a cold, cold place to lay.
From the places we, the wallflowers sit, we see more than you think.
We catch things like smirks, the eyes of other people, or another friendly wink.
My place on the sideline has always remained status quo.
Too many times having faced rejection and left to say a confused "oh."
The hearts of the lonesome bleed out like a desperate cry..
I feel hurt at complications and force it upon myself to find a reason why
Why would you bother hurting us, and leaving us to the side
When all hearts like ours need is someone to confide?
I walk through a fiery, empty space, brown hair falling down my shoulders.
And in the fire of the world, we're the ashes to smolder.
We're the little sparking embers that fizzle out on every boulder.
We get burned in the flame,
With not us to blame,
We're watered down, but still we're not put out.
I get up, and I set about. There are many things still to figure out.
There are many things that still deceive me
And my thoughts that do not leave me.
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Gradient: A poetry and writing anthology
Poetry"Isn't life gradient, though? It goes quickly from one colour to the next, with all the shades of grey in between." Text information: Created in the year of 2014-2015 Notice: This work is solely the intellectual property of the author. Reproducing...
