Oh look, a bird is passing by the stream
Blast it! It fell as it hit the roof's rim
Such things I see when the world is dim
It's because colors aren't visible and reality is a dream
But here you are, painting the portrait of love
And here I am, smiling as I gaze up above
You laughed, set the brush down
Kissed me in the forehead, in happiness I drown
All these little pieces of sweetness I gather
Every kiss, every word and laughter
What if I keep it all inside luck and dice
Then I could write and write down lies
Indeed, I swore to honesty when we met
And where is your oath now that clarity is spent
I was hoping you could show me
But where is it? Did you lose it as you flee?
That's too bad, don't you think?
I feel as though my heart is starting to sink
Can you find something worth the wait
Can you find me a thing that would state
Whether you nor I could be in distress
But I see it every time we try to oppress
And if I should lock myself to my cries
Then I would do it as you write down lies
The bird that flew is now on the ground
Not pecking but to pieces it's been pound
And then, the dim word grew darker
As words made everything glow slower
Where are you in this vast world of sorrow
Here I am, save me from the haunting tomorrow
What took you so long, now that I am trapped
I called to you yet you didn't bother looking back
And I can see you are really happy now
So I drew my hand and revenge I plan how
I hope you prepare yourself to pay the price
For your sad letters when you write down lies
And in the end of it all
I see how futile these thigns fall
Seeking things not meant for you
Is never the answer or a sacred clue
I heard you're well off these days
I wondered if you are still thinking of me, always
Sincerely, I'm hoping you still are
Because right now, I'm awake at this hour
I am sitting on a chair, a pen in hand
Slowly eyeing a paper, the ink I'll land
And I hope you read these words I thought would suffice
As I scribbled down and start writing my own lies
I don't remember writing this poem at all. I don't remember much about the latter part of 2017. It's all a hazy patch of memory in my brain.
So yeah. This poem talks about writing down lies.
What about you? What do you think of this poem? Comment below. :)