"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch
I am frightened at the thought of years passing by with time And with that, I knew either way I’d have to face the future in a few years from now
By Isabella Renteria4 years ago in Poets
I remember the day when The world seemed to be too much Weighing on my shoulders Waiting to see if I could take it The damage had been done
I often think to myself ‘What if we met later on Then maybe I wouldn’t be hurting Foolish as we were young And make better choices
It all happened so fast before my eyes My mind couldn’t process it all You’re gone and I’m still here I remember the feeling of numbness
I have to say, I always imagined How things would be in a few years Depends how long it’ll take for you To remember me again
I woke up one day Feeling so empty Got nothing better to do Other than dragging myself out of bed My heart feels so heavy
I know you and I are over But why do memories of you Keep coming back And bring tears to my eyes? Even if it’s been so long ago
I used to despise the rain when I was young It made me feel sad and depressed Ruining the fun I had planned to do that day
It was early autumn morning That it rained It kept going on and on Making me think as if the world Was mourning along with me
How I love each time Waking up every morning The scent of coffee fills the air I am reminded of the days We’d drink a cup together
Today, it’s been a year That I am left with nothing But silence from you And I took it as a sign That you did not want me anymore
You were gone. Again. It wasn’t the first time Because you left me once And twice Then thrice And I had enough
