I don't know when this happened,
Never realised when everything changed.
This transition of writing sad pieces,
Of those worrisome thoughts, depressed feelings and paralysed emotions,
To waking up with a smile and looking forward to hearing from you.
Now my days are little bit brighter,
My nights longer and peaceful, dreaming of the time I can be in your arms.
I imagine your touch, your words, the way you make me feel.
I had never loved myself before, now I'm beautiful. I'm Kind. I'm smart. I'm worthwhile.
I will do anything for you,
Walk in the rain with a perfect hairstyle,
Run a hundreds miles just to get to you.
I'll put down a book to talk to you,
I don't mind clearing a busy schedule just to spend time with you.
I used to be selfish, look at me now.
When did I turn into this strange creature?
I used to look down upon those who I am like now, I used to laugh at them.
I see it now, why they're so happy, because now I am happy.
There is good in the world, there is kindness. I'm glad I can finally see it now.
Love has a power like no other,
It can bring a man down to his knees,
It has the power to unite all us humans, if we only gave in and let it.
I give in now.
How can I not, when I truly enjoy these brighter days and longer nights?
I enjoy falling asleep thinking of you, dreaming of you and waking up next to you.
I enjoy being in your arms and hearing you speak.
I enjoy everything about you and I hope this never ends.
I enjoy this feeling of hopefulness, I enjoy it all.
If this ever ends, know that I'll always love you.
I know I will never forget you,
How can I, when you've given me so much?
All I am now is because of you and all I do is the result of your making.
I can only hope you stay with me always,
This hope is enough for now. -Me, Selina *bows*
~I'm not the happiest with this, but I literally wrote 3/5th of it in five minutes and the rest a week later, so I'm afraid the abrupt change in tone is glaringly obvious. Idk if that's just to me, ugh. Inspiration struck at the most awkward time and I couldn't complete the poem at once so please bear with me. Hopefully it strikes again and I can rewrite this better.
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Poems
Poetry"We are writers, my love. We don't cry. We bleed on paper" -a. y. Just some poems written by me. I'll also include some that I really liked by other writers.
