I remember the day, when you said you love the way I do.
I smiled and said, "it's because of you".
But then, as we go through,
You met this girl
And it seemed like you're desperately inlove, too.
I was dumbfounded seeing both of you holding together.
I lay down, hugged my knees and tried to utter,
"Is this the thing they called love?
To end up looking at above?
I asked myself, "what should I do?"
Do I need to be perfect so you'll learn to love me too?
Do I need to be like 'HER', so you'll feel the same way like I do?
What should I do, to make you hear that I do love you?
I am all tired waiting in vain.
Tired being stucked in life full of sorrows.
Tired like I don't want to face another tomorrow.
Lastly, tired of being filled with much damn unheard feelings for you.
@Prettymira18
Date: January 05, 2014
YOU ARE READING
A Poetry of Emotions
PoetryIT'S NOT ABOUT WHAT A WRITER SAYS. IT'S ABOUT HOW A WRITER SAYS IT, TO MAKE A READERS UNDERSTAND IT.
