Summer, autumn, winter, spring
So many seasons to exist
But thunderstorms and rainy eves
Are all I'm familiar with
Now raindrops feel like home
And lightning is comforting
So many buildings and houses
Wandering around and these voices-
They ask me "where is home?"
Thinking about it I'm speechless, yet again
Still I answers the voices,
"Don't loose hope, because home is close"
When I don't even know
Whether there is a home anymore
Floral dress,
Maybe I'm in my dreams again
Wearing a smile,
Which I haven't seen in a while
You ask me to believe
When I question my reality
I don't know if you're real
I don't know if you're fake
I don't know if I'm here
I don't know if I'm dead
Leave me or don't
I don't agree to myself
My feelings clash with each other
Do I love me or not
Stay or run? Kill or die?
I'm like red, I speak of love and hate
I'm adoration and rage
I'm danger and assurance, lust and stress
Nervousness and confidence
I'm a contradictory statement
I have wings, but can I fly?
I question myself, like everyday
Crushed leaves and stone
Bruised heart, I'm a storm
Get you mind fucked once and you'll know
What is it like to be blown-
Into a body with no soul
YOU ARE READING
Unsaid words
Poetry"Is happiness really a myth". A collection of the most cherished pieces of my soul: my poems. The things I wrote when I loved, when I hated, when I raged, when I dared and when from reality, I escaped. My poems are a way for me to get away from the...
