As I was looking for something on my drawer, I saw this on my notebook. I don't remember when I wrote this, I'm just puzzled about what was I feeling back then when I'm writing this, it's just very unusual for me to write a poem, it's not just me. It's like I put all the negative thoughts in my head in this poem.
Untitled:
So what's goin' on with you now?
I can't tell it just by lookin' at you
Nor you can't tell it just by letting it go
I can feel it though,
but you can feel it from the start
I choose to be an open door,
but you chose to closed it
I know it's good to let it rain,
you know it's good to absorb it all
I always knew what you want.
You only knew what you want.
It will be endless.
'til the change past
'til we change that end.
And as I read this over and over again, I laugh at myself really hard. HAHA
Untitled:
So what's goin' on with you now?
I can't tell it just by lookin' at you
Nor you can't tell it just by letting it go
I can feel it though,
but you can feel it from the start
I choose to be an open door,
but you chose to closed it
I know it's good to let it rain,
you know it's good to absorb it all
I always knew what you want.
You only knew what you want.
It will be endless.
'til the change past
'til we change that end.
And as I read this over and over again, I laugh at myself really hard. HAHA