I haven't written a poem in like a year...ever since I graduated [cause sitting through classrooms where it was hella boring sure did bring out the creativityness in me xD ]
well here it goes...
I knew what It felt like to be wanted.
Once upon a time, I knew what it felt like to be wanted,
images, they swoop and they swirl.
It's not the same, faded smiles turn to black.
I almost wish I didn't know what it was like,
wondering and thinking, do you remember me?
Do you remember what you did?
I would hope so.
I would hope you know what it felt like...
No, you won't. You won't remember anything.
Was I a burden to you?
Was I a pitiful person?
I would like to have these questions answered if you will.
Though it will tear me up even more.
I may be naive, to what you really are.
None the less, I've learned what it felt like to be wanted...and then lost.
 Dia Bella Muerte · Sun Sep 20, 2009 @ 05:21am · 0 Comments |
