Days short, nights long
Do I know where I belong?
Am I here? Do I know?
Need to stop, but I'm too low...
Later then, I sat in class.
"Are you happy?" when she asked
All I could do was gasp,
The surprise in me was vast.
"No, I'm not. And with you,
I feel scorned, as I'm due"
Back to my thoughts,
I've blurted lots...
Am I scorned? Maybe, true,
Even so, still I love you
But the search never ends
For as long as I ain't dead.
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PoetryI'm a young poem writer and I wanted to create an online collection of my poems for everyone to see. I used to post often, but I'm busy these days. Unless?.. Please, if you like my poems leave a vote and write a comment! That is the best support yo...
