Time and time again.
I don't care,
You didn't know who I really was.
It didn't matter,
I couldn't love you any more,
after all you were the one who missed me.
But I was wrong,
And maybe I was dead,
But right then I saw an angel,
And as I looked in your eyes I knew.
It had been me the whole time,
It was I who was missing you.
I am staying up writing bad poems instead of getting much needed rest. Take this late night poem, but do not judge too harshly, for this is what comes out of a confused, sleep deprived mind.
2 comments:
Okay its official i'm your #1 fan! I love reading your poems even the "bad ones". I have never been the type of girl to read poems but yours leave me wanting to read more. Earlier you said that your poems "mean something different to everybody" and I was wandering what dose this poem or your other one mean to you? Also one more thing I was reading the drafted version of this poem and saw that there was a lot more to it. Why did you take away so much of it? I thought it was great the way it was before.
To Ms. Alissa Mist, usually when I write poems, I create a character in my head, I think of their story, and write it down in a poem form. The first poem to me, is someone who feels cut off from the world, but can't get through to other people to explain it. And this second poem is just some kind of love story, about someone that thinks that they don't care about the other person, but find out it's the other way around. I took away so much because it really didn't click with me, I thought the words were good, but it didn't have the right beat to it. Thank you for enjoying my work!
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