i'm just another seventeen-year-old with aspirations for the future. i live in the US. i grew up in a republican home but in a very democratic area. I turned out to be independent. when it comes to poetry, i write a lot but im not going to post bad poetry. if it makes no sense and just sounds stupid, there is no use for it to take up space. any poetry i submit will come straight from the heart or mind and i will mean it. |
A lost soul once said to me
"Don't wish...
Among the souls that long hath depart
to a world not unlike our own...
I lay on the cold wooden floor,
My bones are tired and weak...
It has been quite a while
We both know how this goes...
Make me cry with memories
Days long past too far out of reach...
Some days can be easy
not a single tear...
Whenever the wind blows through the valley,
and the cotton is high in the air...
My father once said to me,
"He who makes himself a sheep...
You may be scared that things will never be the same. Change is daunting, I understand. But my secret fear (above all others) is that nothing will ever change, I will look at the same four walls forever. |
You taught me how to love; you taught me how to laugh; you taught me how to be tough, you taught me how to cry, but when you left, you didn't teach me how to say goodbye. |
One of the worst parts about losing you wasn't the fact that I wasn't good enough. It was that she was... |