A random poem I wrote in school. I'm not quite sure what it means yet. Sometimes, for me, writing is kind of like dreaming. First you have the dream, then you try to figure it out after.
Waiting is hard to do when you can't sit still
Making a childish heart wait for the next thrill
Maybe I can fill that space
Maybe I can write that page
Maybe I can leave this place
Maybe- if not for the hinder in age.
Loving people for the sake of love is the hardest thing to do
While the world sees in bright yellows, all I see is deep blue.
But while gazing through the night's eyes
They led me to a somewhat astounding surprise.
Other night people, some the same as me.
But sadly, there is no place where I may simply be.
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A beautiful step, towards lovely phases of life......!!!! with a literal truth in the last line
feels like the one voice from different souls...!!!
very well done..!!! :)
with best wishes,
saumya
Puts across the inner feelings of someone who does not, or can not conform to the artificially structured constraints we find our selves placed in. I like it a lot.
My name's Makenzie and I'm extremely insane. If I were a super hero my super hero name would either be Captain Procrastination or Sarcastimaster. P.S. also by the way, I'm a confessed crazy cat lady. .. more..