(Poetry) Times Change
It was morning when I began to mourn because of us.
As I lay on my back, looking at the sky above, I realized
Times change with the seasons, and so do people.
We're both equal, but I'm having a hard time seeing why
You have to lie about how we feel. It's not an illusion.
It's real how I think about you daily, it's real how you swayed me
From lack-luster thoughts to those presents I bought for you
To show my affection. At one time, I caught myself neglecting
My prior loved one for you. I can't explain it. Thought it pains me
To go, it'd hurt even more if I remained. You stained my heart
With my intangible tears from my fears of losing you. Though I'd
Only really known you for one year, I had a feeling you'd always be here.
Now we're at a different time, a different place, but somehow I manage
To keep a smile on my face when I think of you. You probably
Never knew how I felt, or how my heart melted whenever I saw that smug smile.
For a while, I was crushing on you so hard, I'd secretly dedicate my works
To you, and steal away subliminals in my poetry like a criminal. It's no use now Though. As time goes on, so do my feelings. Just know that in the past, I could see
Myself kneeling towards you with an out stretched hand, practically demanding
That you come to my kingdom and be my queen. Time is mean though,
Because it changes along with the people you love. Even though it hurts,
I’m not going to push, and I’m not going to shove you into feeling something
You don’t want to. Sometimes, letting go is the best thing we can do.
Coming to grips with the reality isn’t always easy, especially when we have to
Sit and see each other going to pieces over it. Eventually, I suppose I’ll get over it.
It’s a life lesson, and it’s not meant to lessen my feelings or belief in
This concept we call love, as cliché as it may sound. We may never understand
Why seemingly perfect things don’t work out, but now that it didn’t, there are three Recognizable words that I won’t just blurt out. Perhaps it’s to make me stronger, and to make me appreciate this life story much longer. Who knows? As the sun falls,
I think about this all as I lay on my back, looking at the sky above.
As I lay on my back, looking at the sky above, I realized
Times change with the seasons, and so do people.
We're both equal, but I'm having a hard time seeing why
You have to lie about how we feel. It's not an illusion.
It's real how I think about you daily, it's real how you swayed me
From lack-luster thoughts to those presents I bought for you
To show my affection. At one time, I caught myself neglecting
My prior loved one for you. I can't explain it. Thought it pains me
To go, it'd hurt even more if I remained. You stained my heart
With my intangible tears from my fears of losing you. Though I'd
Only really known you for one year, I had a feeling you'd always be here.
Now we're at a different time, a different place, but somehow I manage
To keep a smile on my face when I think of you. You probably
Never knew how I felt, or how my heart melted whenever I saw that smug smile.
For a while, I was crushing on you so hard, I'd secretly dedicate my works
To you, and steal away subliminals in my poetry like a criminal. It's no use now Though. As time goes on, so do my feelings. Just know that in the past, I could see
Myself kneeling towards you with an out stretched hand, practically demanding
That you come to my kingdom and be my queen. Time is mean though,
Because it changes along with the people you love. Even though it hurts,
I’m not going to push, and I’m not going to shove you into feeling something
You don’t want to. Sometimes, letting go is the best thing we can do.
Coming to grips with the reality isn’t always easy, especially when we have to
Sit and see each other going to pieces over it. Eventually, I suppose I’ll get over it.
It’s a life lesson, and it’s not meant to lessen my feelings or belief in
This concept we call love, as cliché as it may sound. We may never understand
Why seemingly perfect things don’t work out, but now that it didn’t, there are three Recognizable words that I won’t just blurt out. Perhaps it’s to make me stronger, and to make me appreciate this life story much longer. Who knows? As the sun falls,
I think about this all as I lay on my back, looking at the sky above.
I love reading poetry on here because so many people have different styles of writing and thinking and as i read your poetry it just gives me another reason why i love this site. I loved that poem. Question though, is it true to life?
Im out
Shonda