Dreams weren't just
a thought to me.
They just weren't!
They were a future
or maybe a hope to have one of those.
I knew I wasn't like everyone else. I'm not!
Black sheep or whatever,
call me how you want but I was destined for better things.
So I thought at least.
Nobody ever made me feel special,
I just kinda believed I was,
with no proof
no need for reassurance.
I had faith in you!
I talked to you everynight.
I trusted you with my vision,
with my hope, only for you to return it with the blithe truth.
"You are not special"
That's what you said almost everyday,
not with words.
With other ways more violent.
Maybe with your silence.
Well, I finally got the message.
You dont need to remind me anymore.
I guess I only thought I was special.
YOU ARE READING
Lonely Words
PoetryBeauty lies in you and it's sad that you are not aware of it.. Cause we are all pieces of art made for exactly one reason. You can only know the reason when you look deep inside your heart.
