i'm a dreamer
or a loser
believing it my own way,this situation critical
for some reason,somehow i had faith you'd like me
we'd end up for reality
that was only a jokes apart from your side
you were like a strength in this stormy tide
i rejected boys in past who were worth it
with clean reputation,dashing and neat
too young back then to get indulge
involving in this world's classical tragedy's bulge
in middle school years,i was too innocent for realisation
but did grabbed a lot many attention
they waited to get my affection
without me seeking
for any touch or pecking
i was naive and kept a professional relation with them all
but i sometimes thought about mid day phone call
i don't want to anyhow get back to my previous sad adolescence days
i suppose every lucky girls face:
moments like these as they says
couldn't have control over sudden outburst of cries back then
men to us were like sleeping lions in caves den
do they still stay focused and up awake thinking of me?
dreams were coming early
when i wasn't ready
to accomplish and that too soon
like i do now in a mid day noon
wondering I won a lot in a very young age
fast forward,when you gain too much you wait longer in the last page.
CITEȘTI
Rose garden that grew within me✔
PoezieI literally remember those days when I had this sort of conversation with my sister over the phone: "guess what?" "lemme guess another new poem!".🥀 and then we scream 'Yay' in our own world of happiness. I re-read some of my favourites among these...
