I need something to keep me warm through this winter,
your words froze making me feel like a goner.
This weather is the enemy,
slow and deadly in my fantasy,
your movement on the ice that cracks,
makes me wonder, about the chaos, that follows.
All these days do not pass,
my heart turned black, twas killed by your hand.
I need someone, someone that's not you.
I want to be loved again,
just not in the way you did,
not the love that you gave.
That was a curse and a mistake.
Your smile once had warmth,
now it's the reason for the darkness in this cold December.
Your laugh used to be your charm,
now its a source of harm.
Your beauty was a blessing,
now it's a woken nightmare.
You are the reason why this long cold winter hurts.
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 former self. Show all posts
Showing posts with label former self. Show all posts
29 December, 2016
This month brings old pain
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
Asocial,
comfort zone,
Crush,
depression,
emotions,
former self,
friendship,
haunting memories,
Isolated,
jealousy
11 February, 2016
Emotionless and broken
As cold as the ice,
As deep as the ocean,
My emotions,
No longer in motion.
Love is gone ,
Hate is forgotten ,
Emotionless ,
I'm becoming rotten .
The day of love is near,
Allowing me to see clear,
Breathless,
I'm breaking down.
You never loved,
Nor did you care ,
Your words, lied,
As my hopes, died.
My will is now lost,
My life is tied into knots,
I'm standing lifeless and still,
There is nothing i can feel.
You live your life just to win,
I live it in order not to get defeated,
We are like plus and minus ,
I'm the clown you're the highness .
I'm left empty and broken,
With thoughts unclear and words unspoken ,
Emotionless again,
I will never be my former self.
I am nothing but a shadow,
I'm just a ghost,
You were the parasite ,
I was your host,
There are but a few emotions left in me ,
Those are the ones you cannot see ,
Emotions that i willingly hide,
Grasping time to make up my mind.
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
broken,
depression,
destroyed life,
emotions,
former self,
meaningless story,
old self,
words unspoken
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