These below are a couple of poems that I decided to write now in my free time, hope you enjoy them!

That night.

That night I hold so close yet so far,

The stars sparkling in a caliginous sky,

Your eyes radiantly starring at mine,

A romantic walk and a wishing star,

I never thought it meant goodbye,

I didn’t plan an end after the moonshine.

 

 

Words of fictitious truth were spoken,

My heart believed the gloomy deception,

A kiss was all it took to make me believe,

A warm gesture and a heart was broken,

But who knew that you weren’t an exception,

You made it so credible and I was just too naive.

 

The same hill we walked up together is dim,

The once luminous stars are now pallid,

And now as you go around collecting hearts,

I wonder how you got under my skin,

Your soul is ice and your words are now acid,

Now my heart is torn and I try to resemble the parts.

 

 

It’s time to fight.

 

These burdens I hold inside hurt,

I cannot hold onto this crutch anymore,

It’s time to throw it away and start walking,

Melodies are around and I hear people talking,

These voices around spread an alert,

I’ve been stricken with nostalgia and I’m heartsore.

 

I feel lost in a pool of confusion and torment,

The feelings I hold are locked inside a chamber,

They don’t know how much it’s painful,

This umbrage is breaking and tearful,

It’s like if my heart was made of cement,

But I’m surrounded by crystals and amber.

 

I keep waiting for the moment that will change my state,

But opportunity doesn’t wait for me to recover,

Rapidity and rarity are her phraseology,

But I’m still waiting for a stranger’s apology,

this is my stubbornness and it will not change my fate,

But if I let go my fears a new world I might discover.

 

I might find what I want and need,

And demolish my deepest fears,

I just need to be set free,

And I’ll find my true “me”.

I tell myself I will succeed,

And I’ll wipe up these tears.

 

The golden memories are kept tight and safe,

The scars are more like cuts that burn,

But this atmosphere that encircles me doesn’t want me to cry,

It’s time for me to be set free and fly,

It’s time to open up and quit the strafe,

It’s time for my old, joyful me to return.