Is she beautiful? Is she pretty?
Does she give you the entire world?
The world which I couldn't.
Is she sweet? Was I sour?
Is she everything I wasn't?
Does she promise you a forever?
Like I did, foolishly.
Does she stay with you, in your hardest times?
Is she pretty? Is she nice?
Was I a bad person and us a horrible lie?
Is she pretty? Is she sweet?
Does she love you like I did,
Or is she better than me.
You said, if we were to be, we would.
Then you went to someone else,
Whose more pretty, more nice.
It was if you would, but to never look at me.
I am who I was,
Scared, ugly and not her.
Did she change for you?
When I couldn't.
Was she there for you?
When I wasn't.
Does she love better than I do?
Is she sweet? Is she nice?
Does she keep you warm, keep you fine?
I chased you like you were the sun,
I prayed at your feet like you were the shrine.
I knocked at your door multiple times.
And yet, you called me the player,
Yet I'm the deficient one, never enough for you.
Never good for you.
Never the one you would love,
Never the one you'd look for,
So I just write my feelings here,
I fade away.
Since you would never see this, you would never see me, ever again.
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Oblivion ✔
PoesíaEverything I wanted to say, everything that I couldn't. Just honest feelings from a dishonest person. Oblivion: the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening around one. . Excerpt from book: She was the one who brought white flowers...
