poetry
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Why does it feel like summer is already over? I remember when they felt endless never-ending infinite. I’d waste away hot, sticky, sunny days lazing away in our cold, damp basement – watching music videos on MTV until the moon lit up the sky. It seemed those days would never end in my forever summer.
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I want to write a love poem, One for you and me. I’ll lock it away in our hearts and incinerate the key. I want you to look into my eyes. They are a sparkling glass of sweet rosé, the glimmers of the sun-speckled sea, the hottest stars in the skies. You will not be
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People aren’t comfortable being alone with their feelings anymore. I want to embrace all the feels.
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I admit that I used to be an extremely jealous, distrusting, and insecure person – but who hasn’t been? I’m extremely happy and comfortable with who I am these days, but I can never forget how I used to feel. Perhaps that’s why I’m better at managing it, because man, it sucked hard.
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After years of broken relationships, Why’s it still a struggle to learn from them? To step back and examine the hardships Is on track to see where the issues stem. Although I can safely trace it all back And tell myself, “Here. Here is where it fell”, All my memories fade out and go black
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I am an instruction kind of person, I obsessively read each step by step. And I do find this illness to worsen, After each error and unwanted misstep. Now you see, it all has to be controlled. Yet there are not enough people who care! Men and women ranging from young to old, Flail through
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I see me, I see me. I can not see through me. Dark hair and those dark eyes that Fail to comprehend meanings they witness. An obstacle within myself – the Byronic hero. A reflection that surely must know. How is it my perception became so blurred? Not understanding my own mind is assured! I
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Why do we always have to find a love, Always out to search, always on the prowl. Being alone with nothing else to think of, Hunting throughout the night like a starved owl. The selfish hunt that consumes our one life, Meant to end in fulfillment – but instead, Eats our time to find a
Simply Kayla 