Cheers to a new life,
a long ride from the past,
awaiting last at the back
of my mind.
I'll never forget it.
Never will I let the sleepless nights,
and endless internal pleading to be loved back
slip my memories.
It's all over now.
But I'll remeber how this didn't make any sense,
but enough to change the perspective of myself and thoughts.
For that was my goal anyway,
to find myself.
Funny how I'm still lost, ain't it?
How can I find the end,
if I didn't even know where to start?
But this isn't the end,
not the inevitable goodbye I'll face later on.
This simply is,
"See you later."
YOU ARE READING
Shut Your Eyes (February 2011 - August 2011)
PoetryI'm like an actor who forgets his lines because of stage-fright. I can't trust myself. So let my writings speak for my heart and for my head, let them say the words I can't say aloud. This is all I've got, since being quiet and contemplative hasn't...