Hello, GoodbyeA Poem by hannahspelledbackwardsCondescending..
It's times like these when I miss the summer days,
When nothing seemed to fade; Take a deep breath with the hot maze Of fire and rain. The memories remain. They go on and on, like my mind hit replay And they never go away. I assume some things never change. Letting go of the past is staring at a facade From the outside looking in with pain, And how he seemed to speak my name; I am the one to blame. I manage to bear it with sustain. I lean against the window pane And stare out the glass in a daze, full of wonder, grief, and shame. I glance at my past with disdain. I can't stand the fact I pushed it and how I'd wait. Nothing can open that closed gate, It is shut forever and impossible to break. Beginning the end, the start of a beginning. Oh, how my mind is so complicating. I can't comprehend the mess that's taking Up my head and eyes - and what's with my shaking? My hands are tied, my palms are sweaty. He's trying so hard, I can't look for a state of petty. He looks at me, oh, what is he thinking? I believe I'll fall if he doesn't tell me. I was told to put my guard up, don't allow the falling. With every hello there's a goodbye, there may be faking. I'm bad at handling This love thing - my heart is easy at breaking. Not anymore, no looking back, remember sweetie? My eyes were blinded, I couldn't see a thing. Open those spectacles, his smile is brightening. To be, or not to be? Life is too short for questioning If it's something worth believing. Just go with it, take is slow, take it easy. Go fall into my arms, and you can stop my breathing. © 2010 hannahspelledbackwardsAuthor's Note
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Added on October 20, 2010 Last Updated on October 20, 2010 AuthorhannahspelledbackwardsSydney, AustraliaAboutI'm Hannah, a 23 year old who loves art, animals, people, traveling and nature. I write poetry, songs, and stories. I write books but for some reason I never finish them. I can't write a poem unless I.. more..Writing
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