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First post nananana! razz So I guess I'll post some poetry that I'll be completely embarrassed about when someone reads it =^.^= I wrote this awhile back when someone told me they cared for me, and I still have similar feelings today (with the subject, it's all explained if I ever explain my family situations)
Well... here it is xP it's called Wondering.
I wonder endlessly, for hours and hours Why. Why do you listen to me, talk to me. Love me, want me, why.
It's so strange, so foreign. Unknown. It's alien, and I can't understand, Why I'm used to rejection, and yet...
You accept me.
For who I am, who I'm meant to be. Me. Me, myself, I. This flawed person. Yet you ignore my flaws, and see my good,
even when I can't see the good in me.
I love this, but I hate this. Because... Because I don't know what to do with it. I fear I may break it, damage it,
and be alone again.
To be forgotten again, with no love. Alone. Alone... it's what I'm used to. The quiet serenity of nothingness.
I fear my clumsiness.
I fear I may shatter this; this good thing... and destroy. Destroy it and be left; left in shambles. How do I treat something... something I know nothing about.
I'm a stranger in a strange land.
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