why am i sad?
why am i mad?
why do i want you,
so damn bad?
why am i glad?
why am i only,
only your "once had"?
i don't know.
but sometimes
i dream of you
and it makes me hate
the beautiful place
we were at
during that week
of peaceful retreat.
when you held my body
and my heart and soul
and whispered softly
so that i'd know,
"i love you".
i think back to the rocks
and the time i lost my socks
and your face when i told you
like you died right there
with your head on my shoulder
late at night, i wanted to hold you
i don't know why i'm sad
why this pain is a part of my heart.
but your words hurt my soul
and your touch hurts, oh no;
what if.
what if we run now
run far away from this
from this life that we're trapped in
what if we run until we find peace
until we find the place we can be
just us three
like it was that day
like it was that week.
you would say i'm crazy.
but the only thing i'm crazy about is us
and i think you feel it too
would you say i do?
if i asked
to run away with you?
don't let me sit here
and keep dying
picturing our life,
the time i've felt alive,
those days
we almost
had it all.
i sat
your heart touching mine
staring at the water
for what i wished
was all time.
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butterfly kisses and sorrow misses
Poetryi don't know yet i just need to put these things that are in my head onto paper or i might lose my mind have i already lost it? poems I wrote as the clouds were brewing.
