Look at me now,
Wrecked, twisted and smashed.
Take a good look,
And while you kiss her pretty lips,
Choke on the promises
I was willing to keep.
But why is it always me climbing mountains,
Sweating, bleeding and falling,
While you always walk on flat surfaces?
Steady smart but dumb.
Take another look.
I got the attention and I got the pleasure
To forget your face,
And go to another place.
This is a silly little poem
about a silly little girl
who is caught up in you
And doesn’t know what to do!
This is why I can’t sleep
because I’m thinking about you.
This is so cliché.
Such a teenage feeling!
I will now end this poem
so I can keep daydreaming…
I find myself floating in uncertainty.
Misty paths, and I spin around and around.
I cannot see the end…
My breath fails,
Cold and afraid,
I follow the worn out, bumpy road.
I’ll leave the highway for another life.
That’s right! Don’t be scared!
I changed my url from “redaljg” to “blurrybook”. I also have a new header with the new name! What do you think of these changes?
I have a question for you, my dear followers.
Lately I’ve been making poems in my native language, – portuguese – would you like me to translate them for you? I thought you might enjoy it! Leave a comment with what you think!
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Through a storm made by peace
Don’t know how long it’ll be until I’m at ease.
Once again we are fading.
Will we find each other in the rain?
Or will it only bring more pain?
Once upon a time I thought we were made to rhyme.
But now I just think we’re out of time.
I don’t want this.
I want us to find bliss together
and make it last forever.
I enter December smiling but alone.
Fearing my old new habits
and who I’ve become.
I’m doing great,
looking down and down,
and down I don’t go anymore.
I no longer rhyme,
because you liked that
and you’re not mine
no longer. No longer you’re mine.
But I wish you were
so I could be warm tonight.
I do not have the time,
I will not waste sunshine,
To think about when you were mine.
Rain might fall,
Thunder might scream,
But my eyes are dry
And your name does not bang in my mind.
Never did since skies turned gray.
And I do not think about you…
Only when I am frail.