born to blade;raised to FLY
3 poems and a goodbye
Dramatic ironies:you are like waterthe more i try to hold ontothe less i getyou are a hole in my heartthe more i try to take from youthe more empty i amyou are oxygen in the airjust one breath takenand it's never enoughyet you are another'si can touch youfeel youbreathe youdrown in yousteal youdesperately need youbut i can't have you.Wishful thinks:there you arecatching my gazenot letting me off easilythere you go againfrightening me out of my witsstealing words from methere you standwaiting for me to say somethingbut you aren't giving me a clue of what to saythere you walksuddenly not hurrying away from medid you want me to stop you?there you sit cryingor at least I would haveif I loved a girl whom I thought didn't love me.Waking dreams:All There Is by Rachel HoMomentsAll I ownDo they really matter?No. Holding onTo that lineIntense towards my sideEverywhereBut you.Yes it matters.Goodbye,off you go.