You gave me poetry.
So yes, occasionally
I think of you,
I’m sure you’re out there thinking of me.
You taught me how to disguise my emotions into
Metaphors and Similes
So of course ,I see your face from time to time when I write,
When I step on a stage and recite
Certain words...
I wonder if you’re somewhere in the crowds trying to listen,
Trying to somewhat feel connected to me, even if it’s from a distance.
It’s funny,
Maybe we were meant to be in our past life
But somehow, in this one, we couldn’t get it right.
Exhausting all the possibilities
We became everything other than how we used be.
I remember the times I would run to the sound of your call,
to now, not knowing you at all.....
The pain that life brings,
but somehow,I managed to fly with broken wings
More than a broken heart,
You gave me poetry!