Learned to Do WithoutA Poem by NatalieA silly little poem I wrote when I was first beginning to explore the field of poetry. It's not very good, but I would feel bad getting rid of it all the same.
Fairytales, spun from silver and gold. Made me forget, how the world could be so cold. No more dreamings for me…. Sometimes things are harder than they seem, Doesn’t that completely fit, you and me? Trying so hard to work it out, Yet each touch, each embrace, seems to fill me with doubt. You tell me it’s okay, It’ll be fine in the end. But how can I believe? How do I know this isn’t just pretend? I’m sick of love stories, I’m sick of love songs. I’m sick of wanting more. So why can’t I seem to find, what I’ve been looking for? Aren’t there answers? Will there be a brighter day? Or will things forever stay the same? Will we never find a way? Can a nonexistent heartbreak hope to find a cure? Memories, will always remain. Trying to distract me from the real world’s pain. No more comforts for me…. Sometimes it is useless to dream, Doesn’t that explain why things aren’t like they should be? Finding myself able to do without, The love I fooled myself into thinking was happiness’s only route. A love I once believed in. Is somehow torn away. I find that I don’t need it. Now I can finally escape from this role I was forced to play!
I’m sick of love songs. I’m sick of wanting more. So why can’t I seem to find, what I’ve been looking for? Aren’t there answers? Will there be a brighter day? Or will things forever stay the same? Will we never find a way? Can a nonexistent heartbreak hope to find a cure? Or is this love simply a necessity I've learned to do without? © 2009 NatalieAuthor's Note
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Added on August 18, 2009AuthorNatalieAboutWell, I've always loved to write. My grandfather was a writer, and my father absolutely loves it, but didn't go into writing as a profession because as he loves to say, "No ones gonna pay you to writ.. more..Writing
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