Torn between my duty and my heart.
For so long my feelings, my true
aspirations have eluded me
yet once regained, I must pretend
as if they were never there.
I run to my shelter, only to find
it battered and broken by the sands.
I have no confiding place, all that
I thought I knew has been ripped away
and all I thought I didn't know has
finally surfaced, only to be submerged
again.
A care beyond comprehension, a feeling
beyond words, and yet not allowed.
For I am no longer important, if I ever was.
I dare not speak, for fear of anger
and rejection.
But amidst all the suffering, there
is one thing, one feeling,
that still remains...
I love you.
Author notes
I wrote this probably at least 3 years ago, back in high school at some point. I found it today when I was cleaning my room, so I figured I'd post it. Not as cheery as I usually like doin' em, but eh, was an interesting point in my life.
Please tell me what you think
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AWWWW this is SO good!!!! when i saw the title i figured it would end up being about paper cuz all your poems end with some type of object, but this was an even more pleasant surprise! it's actually about feelings!!! anyway, i love it and you should clean your room more if this is the result!
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