Waving like enormous waves in the sea
Awesome to me because it makes the pleasant beach
Thankful I am to it and tasteless it feels to me
Every precious drop is important as many lessons they teach
Refreshment it is which keeps us alive till today and makes us a group called âWEâ
Three years.
Three years since I thought I was stuck
Stuck in the moment you left
Your beachy ringlets stared at me like Medusaâs snakes
Framed as a monster
But really just some hurt little boy
Your dad left early
Your mom barely paid attention to you
It still hurts me
When I think about how you ripped my letter
Just like my heart
Some part of me knew you cared
But some part of me knew you didnât
I wonât tell anyone I waited
And you wonât tell anyone
The secrets I kept to myself
Something that i hid in the deepest parts of me
You knew
And you kept it there in the deepest parts of you
You were always resistant and scared
But why me
Why was I the one you confided in
Maybe it was my gentle eyes
Or my wavy hair
Or maybe it was the fact we were broken in the same ways
You look at me with such hatred
And Iâll never understand why
My guilt eats me alive
Just like how your fear ate every part of you with a soul
Even though weâre apart
We never talk
We give glares and mean taunts
I hope your okay
I hope you find peace in knowing you shouldnât be responsible for him
Thatâs not your job
I hope you’re okay
I hope you find every little piece of love you can and let it hug you
You were worth it Medusa
The six months were worth it
And even if those six months are the death of me
I hope you’re okay
I hope your dad finally lets you cry
And I hope your mom finally says Iâm proud
I hope your brother stops depending on you
We couldâve been so great
We couldâve been legendary
But if it really was just momentarily
I hope you’re okay
I don’t know how to get in.
I am a spy, having fun,
on the lookout, ready to run.
Creeping closer, somethings strange,
I need a disguise! I need to change!
I am a teacher, sitting on my chair,
looking for my pen, but it’s not there!
Searching up and down, looking everywhere,
I looked down, I looked up, but it was stuck in my hair!
I am a rider, riding free,
riding quickly, you can’t catch me!
The wind whispers secrets as we roam,
in this equestrian journey, we find our home.
I am a pilot, working at night,
giving my passengers a nice steady flight.
Catching the beautiful moment, as I fly,
looking at the gorgeous, sunset sky.
I am a salon worker, painting a nail,
I try it again, as I fail.
I make it perfect, as they sit in the chair,
“The nails are done. Now time for hair!”
I am a baker, baking a cake,
I burnt the last layer for goodness sake!
I put the last layer in the oven and try it again,
I take out the icing but right then…
I find myself in my bed,
thinking about everything my mind has said.
Thinking about all the jobs I see,
and I wonder, when I’m older what will I be?
You may have dimples,
or freckles or pimples,
small ears, strange eyes or big teeth.
But it doesn’t matter,
on the inside it counts,
it’s only the person who lives underneath.
The impossible vocabulary and words
The impossible sentences
The impossible comprehension
The impossible crosswords
The impossible word searches
The impossible games
The English friend of
You and me
It is the one person
Who we call the English friend
Of ours
The one who taught us
The complicated words and sentences
We use today
The complicated comprehension and games
We play and do together
Together we do things
Filled with joy, fun and spirits
Not always the same thing it is
Sometimes very boring
Sometimes very very very boring
Sometimes it would make us cry and beg her to stop
However it has
Always contributed and helped us in
Our journey with her
It has and will always stay
A brilliant learning experience for us
No matter what
Pretend?
How could I pretend it never happened?
Pretend we never met,
pretend youâve never held me in your arms
or that I never laid my eyes on yours and surrendered to their charms.
It sounds so simple to pretend.
Surely you must think it would be easy for me,
to live through such a dense lie,
but I am haunted when I rest
and once I rise by the fact that we never Actually said goodbye.
Once my pretending is over am I to just forget?
Forget our memories,
forget our laughs,
our adventures and our ridiculous inside jokes.
But to think one day we may forget each otherâs voices is what really hurts me most.
And upon forgetting will our world not crumble?!
If you and I
both remove the same memory from our heads,
for it to never be remembered again.
Will we continue to live our lives satisfied with the presence of another in our lives
They tell me life goes on,
And, perhaps it does.
But,
Perhaps it doesnât,
for how am I to breathe air which you havenât exhaled.
How am I to read harmonic love stories,
knowing that our love hadnât prevailed?
How am I to ever stop loving you.
Missing you, wanting you, hating you,
wishing you had died.
For perhaps if you had left this world,
Missing you would be much more reasonable,
with there being no chance of you again being by my side.
I wish it was so easy to simply Pretend.