With your new red dress,
you walk with such class,
whenever I see you,
you just push me away.
With your new red dress,
you've made my life a mess.
We used to walk along all through the day,
now I can hardly see you,
just wanna say this to your face,
you empty me out.
Like your new red dress,
you're already stained,
easy to wash it,
yet it'll never change your face.
26 year old Philosophy professor from Macedonia that usually writes poetry and short stories that help me express my feelings towards people, events, life in general. I also stream on Twitch @lehgou
Showing posts with label comfort. Show all posts
Showing posts with label comfort. Show all posts
18 July, 2018
07 July, 2018
Giggle in my memory
When I called you,
you just giggled,
I couldn't see the smile,
but I could somehow feel it.
Tried to face time you,
but our time was up.
No way I'll ever forget,
the moment when I saw you,
I was too scared to say it.
I love you.
you just giggled,
I couldn't see the smile,
but I could somehow feel it.
Tried to face time you,
but our time was up.
No way I'll ever forget,
the moment when I saw you,
I was too scared to say it.
I love you.
03 May, 2018
Couldn't think of a name earlier when you were sitting next to me so I'll just leave it like this and call it "Nameless" or even less than that
It's been a minute,
since you last said goodbye,
I just really hope,
that you'll never ever cry.
I know you're wrong,
yet I'll never tell you why,
trust me when I say,
I would much rather die.
Hold on,
let me breath for a moment,
you say life's too short,
but I really don't feel that,
nights don't pass,
my head is such a mess.
For the love of...
let me get some rest!
since you last said goodbye,
I just really hope,
that you'll never ever cry.
I know you're wrong,
yet I'll never tell you why,
trust me when I say,
I would much rather die.
Hold on,
let me breath for a moment,
you say life's too short,
but I really don't feel that,
nights don't pass,
my head is such a mess.
For the love of...
let me get some rest!
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
comfort,
Crush,
depression,
depressive,
goodbye,
love life,
teen life
22 April, 2018
I
In these sleepless nights,
my thoughts make me such a mess,
I have welcomed death.
my thoughts make me such a mess,
I have welcomed death.
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
comfort,
depression,
haiku,
sleepless night,
teen life
02 October, 2017
I need you
The longest summer break,
was the hardest one I had to face.
Met a lot of new people,
but I lost you.
No one can replace the space you freed up,
this is not what we agreed upon.
This trusting,
disgusts me,
I did what I said I would,
but you never tried to do what you could.
The words of love were unclear,
yet I believed you when you shed a tear.
I believed you when you cried,
and I still want to believe you even when you lie.
After everything you did,
I forgive you.
After everything you said,
I need you.
was the hardest one I had to face.
Met a lot of new people,
but I lost you.
No one can replace the space you freed up,
this is not what we agreed upon.
This trusting,
disgusts me,
I did what I said I would,
but you never tried to do what you could.
The words of love were unclear,
yet I believed you when you shed a tear.
I believed you when you cried,
and I still want to believe you even when you lie.
After everything you did,
I forgive you.
After everything you said,
I need you.
24 July, 2017
Letter to a friend
To the friend who was there from the start,
you will forever be in my heart.
To the friend that made the pain stop,
I thank you.
For every word you said, a smile followed. Honestly I can't remember a time where you turned your back on me.
You are something else, you are my definition of a perfect human being, and although there were times when we didn't get along you still managed to put up with me.
As I grow older I realize what you mean to me, I may sound cliche and clingy but I love you.
I know that friends don't last forever but I hope that you are an exception!
15 June, 2017
Becoming a ghost
There's this song I always come back to,
It reminds me of the day I first met you.
No other words mean as much to me as the lyrics that were sang in the song,
it's a constant reminder of how we held on for so long.
You might've been just a ghost but you knew what flesh felt like,
you knew what a hug meant and how to treat someone in the cold night.
You were no stranger to love and comfort,
you were the definition of kindness,
you managed to treat me from my social blindness.
You allowed me to open up to you,
share my story and my pain.
From that point on I knew what you meant,
I knew what you wanted,
but I never provided.
Now I'm the ghost you once spoke of,
hiding behind the comfort of my keyboard,
playing the role of a person you once knew.
It reminds me of the day I first met you.
No other words mean as much to me as the lyrics that were sang in the song,
it's a constant reminder of how we held on for so long.
You might've been just a ghost but you knew what flesh felt like,
you knew what a hug meant and how to treat someone in the cold night.
You were no stranger to love and comfort,
you were the definition of kindness,
you managed to treat me from my social blindness.
You allowed me to open up to you,
share my story and my pain.
From that point on I knew what you meant,
I knew what you wanted,
but I never provided.
Now I'm the ghost you once spoke of,
hiding behind the comfort of my keyboard,
playing the role of a person you once knew.
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
Aya,
best friend,
comfort,
Crush,
emotions,
hotel books,
poetry,
Sadness,
teen life
21 December, 2016
Comfort
I had no interest in change,
found my comfort zone,
I wanted to stay there.
I had no interest in change,
none what so ever,
zero,
But then I met you,
I saw your innocent smile,
felt the warmness of your hugs,
the smell of your hair,
and bliss from your eyes.
I turned a new page,
in a new untouched book,
a book pure of emotions.
found my comfort zone,
I wanted to stay there.
I had no interest in change,
none what so ever,
zero,
But then I met you,
I saw your innocent smile,
felt the warmness of your hugs,
the smell of your hair,
and bliss from your eyes.
I turned a new page,
in a new untouched book,
a book pure of emotions.
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