" What Am I? "
✍🏻 : IsiafajardoIt's not a poem to read
But a feelings who bleed
It's also not just a sonnet I did
But a feelings I felt and hid
This is not one of my composition
It's not a song--
A song to sing when you feel alone
It's doesn't have a good melody for you and me
It's doesn't even have a good harmony--
That will take you into a world that is happy
Instead,it will take you into a world that is gloomy
This is also not a fiction story
But a story we made that finished quickly
It's not even a mythology
Because I didn't have any powers to make you stay with me
I'm not the one who wrote
It's my heart who hopes
My mind is not the one who quote
It is my heart who always taught
I want you to know that I'm not a writer
It's my heart who writes our memories together
And me? I think I'm a keeper
And I will keep our memories forever
Oh no sorry. I'm not a keeper. It's the paper.
It's the paper who keeps the pain that my heart wrote--
The pain that you brought
And you? I think you are a GIVER
You gave me painful words that made my heart a writer
You're a Giver.
You gave me an undying pain like a flow of river
You gave me a lot of memories to remember
A memories that will make me say "Our memories together? I wanna go back there." You're a Giver.
You gave me a pain that I never thought is possible to bear
I'm thinking. What am I?
A reader? The one who will read our tragic themed story someday?
No, I can't read every chapter remembering you walking away--
Walking away from me. The reason if why I am now loving you from distance The reason if why I am hoping to feel your love now even just once
The reason if why I am now hoping for your time
The reason if why I am now wishing you to be mine
The reason if why for a long time, I am not fine.
I'm thinking. What am I?
What am I in your life?
A person whom you make used in hearing Goodbyes?
A person whom you make used in believing in lies?
A person that will make you the reason to cry?
I am now the person who is afraid to try
Now,*****
Officially i wrote it on the day of 04 - 11 - 16
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My Poetry
PoetryI can clearly see How is it to be In the bitterness of reality And in the abyss of agony.