I'm still here
Hey guys!
I'm still here, got this place on my mind even though I haven't posted anything new. I'm not doing anything special during this period, school is a bit intense but only in small bursts and a big one is coming now when summer is right around the corner, a lot of stuff are going to need to be done. Could get ugly but not if I use the time right and do everything beforehand.
Anyway, here's another poem I've written, I've written others too and while they might be considered cool, I like this one for some reason (even though it doesn't rhime all that much =P)
Enjoy ^^
Poems can be about all things imaginable, or unimaginable.
Usually though, I think of poems and love
So this is another love poem.
You might think you could have said all you can about love by now
But here we are again. And what more could be said?
Is it the feeling itself that matters? Or the state you’re in?
It’s like you’re high, with rosy colored thoughts in your head
Is it the want to love somebody? Or the need to be loved?
Is it the overwhelmed heart for loving too much? Or is it the one-sided love that so aches?
Is it the happiness at being in your loves’ presence? Or the painful times you made all those mistakes?
Is it the unexplainable feeling of your loves’ eyes gazing into your own?
Is it the insatiable hunger of blazing the contours of their body onto your eyes?
Or perhaps the long hours of listening to each others’ breathing over the phone?
Is it the kind of loving that’s so strong you can tell if your love has been near?
B’cuz you didn’t see or hear her, but you picked up her scent, even though she doesn’t wear any perfume...
What more could be said?
Are these words enough? Are they even true?
Because love can be a lot of things, very different between what you and I know
So what will this poem mean to you?
Will you go look for love? I’d prefer not to
I like to think that love hates being found. It’s something to be discovered
You go through your days, months and years until one day
You feel different. And it’s a good feeling.
I'm still here, got this place on my mind even though I haven't posted anything new. I'm not doing anything special during this period, school is a bit intense but only in small bursts and a big one is coming now when summer is right around the corner, a lot of stuff are going to need to be done. Could get ugly but not if I use the time right and do everything beforehand.
Anyway, here's another poem I've written, I've written others too and while they might be considered cool, I like this one for some reason (even though it doesn't rhime all that much =P)
Enjoy ^^
Poems can be about all things imaginable, or unimaginable.
Usually though, I think of poems and love
So this is another love poem.
You might think you could have said all you can about love by now
But here we are again. And what more could be said?
Is it the feeling itself that matters? Or the state you’re in?
It’s like you’re high, with rosy colored thoughts in your head
Is it the want to love somebody? Or the need to be loved?
Is it the overwhelmed heart for loving too much? Or is it the one-sided love that so aches?
Is it the happiness at being in your loves’ presence? Or the painful times you made all those mistakes?
Is it the unexplainable feeling of your loves’ eyes gazing into your own?
Is it the insatiable hunger of blazing the contours of their body onto your eyes?
Or perhaps the long hours of listening to each others’ breathing over the phone?
Is it the kind of loving that’s so strong you can tell if your love has been near?
B’cuz you didn’t see or hear her, but you picked up her scent, even though she doesn’t wear any perfume...
What more could be said?
Are these words enough? Are they even true?
Because love can be a lot of things, very different between what you and I know
So what will this poem mean to you?
Will you go look for love? I’d prefer not to
I like to think that love hates being found. It’s something to be discovered
You go through your days, months and years until one day
You feel different. And it’s a good feeling.
