We were always separate,
Never knew each other's existence;
Different ends of this planet,
Until we met by providence.
Our hearts grew closer to one another,
Our bodies still miles apart;
Through the internet we saw each other,
Our chemistry a work of art.
I said we met by providence,
But now I doubt it's true.
For, despite its credibility,
It didn't see me through.
I called our chemistry a work of art,
Because our bodies are miles apart;
But deep within my fickle heart,
I knew I was immature.
I wrote that we were separate-
And always, for that matter.
I thought it was true no more,
But life's no silver platter.
Our hearts grew closer to one another,
And, true as it may be,
Too close for comfort was another
Prospect I failed to see.
What's out of sight is out of mind,
And the same goes for people.
I really wish things were different,
Because I feel left behind.
I may not know much about
This crazy thing called romance,
But I think I know enough to say
I wasn't meant for this dance.
Because, no matter what I do,
Your love I'll never know:
For you belong to another while
I fade, my heart in tow. . .
Maybe different ends of this planet
Is how it's meant to be.
I shouldn't stress with hopes of meeting;
Let them die within me.
I voiced them once, I voiced them twice,
I wrote them down more than three times,
But let them burn, I'll pay the price:
What's there to lose for me?
WE never knew each other's existence,
Then from between us emerged art.
But it was met with quite the resistance
From an unexpected part:
My very own custom made
Unique work of art:
A petty little thing
I like to call a Fickle Heart.
In times I do not expect it,
My heart starts to misbehave,
I get all childish, I act immature,
And things I can't have, I crave.
I wrote the first two verses
When I was being dumb in love.
I was genuinely elated,
My heart in the clouds above.
You were supposed to be a friend:
I denied my heart anything more.
But I guess the lines got blurry and
My furtive heat betrayed me sore.
I knew where to draw the line,
But I conveniently lost the pen,
And current-me deeply resents
What I did back then.
I knew where those feelings were headed,
But I followed them anyway.
Instead of avoiding a potential feud,
I let them all ruin my day.
Then I helped you find your love,
Putting my feelings aside:
In so doing, declaring an end
To my short-yet-pleasant ride.
Yes, I helped you to find your love
Whilst I dearly longed for mine.
I watched you falling in love,
But where the hell was I?
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The first two verses were written last year. I found them on a piece of paper while cleaning my room, and upon reflection, found that a lot had happened since then. My train of thought boarded more and more passengers as it went through mountains of happiness and valleys of sorrow, so I had to take it to the last stop, where they'd all get off. So here we are.
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The Darkness Within: Vol. 2
PoetryA second installment, a continuation of its brutally and abruptly discontinued predecessor. It's a very personal poetry book, as most of those who have read some poetry from the original would know. Long story short, I write to vent, and this is wh...
