It's a cold night in the late 80's,
And we can't realize how great is,
To have somebody who understands,
All the oceans and lands,
...
That unfilled feeling,
I just wish for you; you won't ever feel it.
Some kind of suspicion when you feel like the apocalypse is coming,
The gut feeling when you fear, you have nothing.
...
The ships are sinking,
And you have a questionable feeling,
You're trying to understand,
How is that I ripped out my blood-soaked heart,
...
At midnight it's all quiet,
I thought about a hundred things that I would say to you,
But I'm blue.
And these days I feel really satisfied,
...
My thoughts are so confusing,
I'm unsure which path is worth choosing,
All I know is, whenever I'm around you my blood is boiling.
It scares me to death,
...
I learned a word that felt like glass,
fragile enough to let time pass.
maybe next year, I'll learn to drift,
to let go without falling adrift.
...
I've been trying to write,
but the nights are heavier now—
loneliness pressing like a second skin.
I've been running from my demons,
...
every inch of me is full of pain
i feel the blood rushing in my veins,
still,
feel nothing just my heart as it aches.
...
why can't I be?
I must find the key…
to be a weeping willow
instead of a rusted blade,
...
Yesterday I fell apart.
I used to assume I know everything,
Turns out, I never knew a thing
The unknown, the unspoken,
...
Looking back, last September,
When I thought everything will last forever,
I was better at feeling nothing,
Then feeling something,
...
just an 18 years old girl who enjoys writing literature.My poems cannot be used on any kind of platform without my consent.)
The Distant Sound Before A Tug Of War
It's a cold night in the late 80's,
And we can't realize how great is,
To have somebody who understands,
All the oceans and lands,
And all the golds and reds.
Where is art, there is a heart,
So, don't tear me apart,
It's impossible for you, to see what I want.
If I would die for it, would you see?
How I'm waiting to be free.
Theories and explanations,
Just to live up for your expectations.
One day, when you'll stand over my grave,
And you don't know where to put your pain,
Take a pen in your hand,
And just watch how many broken hearts you can mend.
Carpe diem,
It's self-explanatory,
It still has its old glory.