Fight, flight
Wrong, right
Black, white
Day, night.
We search for ways,
To avoid the pain.
It often comes,
As a razor blade.
And no matter what,
We fall in love.
Something we,
Can't rise above.
It scars our hearts,
It plagues our souls,
But merely leaves,
Us all alone.
But in my life,
I've found someone.
Who seems to be,
A rising sun.
Showing promise,
And blazing hot.
His presence like,
A body shock.
I just can't move,
Or think or breathe.
I seem to lose,
Control of me.
To say your name,
My heart beats fast.
Makes me forget,
The painful past.
It could be love,
Infatuation.
But all I feel,
Aberration.
Fight, flight
Wrong, right
Black, white
Day, night.
I remember the last time i felt like that, such a long time ago. Nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem. I feel like this alot. It just makes sense to me when nothing else does. Life is cruel, there is no getting around that.