| Posted on January 29, 2011 at 4:28 AM |
At first I know nothing that there exist
This kind of feeling that keeps to persist
I can't do anything that it still insist
Can't help myself even to resist
It hadn't stop so I tried to fight
Even I'm ignorant whether its wrong or right
It lets me to think through sleepless nights,
I lost my appetite, didn't eat even for a pint
Now it made me weak then I tried to hide
"stop messing with me, Oh please!", I cried
One has offered me a ton of guide,
"It's alright. I'm fine. I can make it.", I lied
I am one of those, whom this love have haunted
Trapped in a loop, even myself have shunted
It passed by me, made me feel what is hatred
And left me alone, feeble, and fragmented
Writer's log:
I started to write this poem around 1:45 in the afternoon, January 29, 2011 - just have nothing to do. I finished it at 3:04. What took me long in writing it is the second-to-the-last line. I am not even sure of that line, honestly, not satisfied.
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lili says...
it was so nice to read this kind of poem..
it was amazing
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