What is awful?
I don't know is it
Being alone in a crowd?
Or maybe
Not being alone in solitary?
Is it the
Presence of my confused mind?
Or is it the
Absence of a true kind?
No?
Then what is awful?
Not being able to feel your smile?
Or
Tagging along a beard that's smile?
Not even close?
I'll give it another try.
Are my guesses awful?
Is it awful that they are blue?
Yes?
Stop screaming at me!
You're misunderstanding me,
You've mistaken
My poetry with sadness.
You've mistaken
My words with heartbreak.
YOU ARE READING
I Wrote It All For Me
PoetryPoems. For myself, of my moods, my life, just me and my feelings. Most of them are fictious (or are they?). I'll leave it to you readers, let your imagination wander.
