So ClicheA Poem by chloea poem about moving on, letting go, and finding your wayI've been meaning to figure things out move on from this place, without a doubt Be strong and let it all go I can say it, but it's easier to put on a show Some days I can keep it straight with my head up, facing toward a new page but something always brings me back its not nostalgia maybe it's strength that i lack It seems It's always just a little too late to rewind and choose a different way I found that It's true what they say you never know what you got til its gone and everyone claims its just a cliche but for me its the reason I can't move on Maybe I hide these feelings well wearing a mask to get through this hell I look back on my life and wonder if I would have done things different would I still have gone under? I don't think i'm blue anymore I just don't know what the hell i'm doing this for I hurt the one who would have given me all for one who got bored and let me fall and in running back trying to fix my mistakes I realized the past had soon erased so left alone I began write with a broken heart and watery eyes it's strange how you can break your own heart by losing yourself and playing the wrong part To this day I still look back on what I lost and know i deserve paying this cost So I sit here all alone Counting the days until I go home The blank walls and computer screen take me to a place where I can breathe I know I can't hide in this place forever but for now, it just feels so much better I know things are soon going to change and ill look back on this beaten cage ill remember how it changed my world and that from the pits I found whats real I found that It's true what they say you never know what you got til its gone and everyone claims its just a cliche but for me its the reason I can't move on © 2011 chloeAuthor's Note
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Added on July 20, 2011 Last Updated on July 20, 2011 AuthorchloeHipsterville, ORAboutA shifter in the world i'm in. Writing to save souls but mostly to save my own. Big dreams don't fit in bubbles, so i'm writing a book with two turtles. Collegiate failure in the pursuit of fun but it.. more..Writing
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